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January, 1888. Price BO Cts. 

New Series, Volume IV 

The Firelands Pioneer, 


Firelands Historical Society, 











Norwalk, Ohio. 1 






The Chronicle Publishing Company, ijjj|^ 

Norwalk, Ohio. 





Officers of Society r.. 2 

Preface 3 

Thirtieth Annual Meeting, 1886 4 

Directors' Meeting, July 7, 1886 6 

The Kellogg Centennial 7 

Directors' Meeting, May 7, 1887 9 

Directors' Meeting, June 11, 1887 10 

Thirty-first Annual Meeting, 1887.. 11 

Directors' Meeting, June 20, 1887 15 

Additional Members 18 

A Bronson Centenarian, by Hon. F. R. 

Loomis 19 

A Memorable Occasion, from the Norwalk 

Chronicle 26 

The Occasion, by G. T. Stewart, Esq 28 

An Original Poem, by Jas. G. Gibbs 33 

A Hundred Years, by T. P. Wilson, M. D 34 

A Century of Life, by L. A. Hine, Esq 35 

Duration of Human Life, by Judge C. E. 

Pennewell 39 

A Century, and What It Has Wrought, by S. A. 

Wildman, Esq ..' 44 

A Few Recollections of My Boyhood, by Dr. D. 

11. Beckwith 54 

Presentation of an Easy Chair, by L. C. Lay- 

lin.Esq 57 

Congratulatory Letters. 

From Rev. and Mrs. I. W, Hathaway 59 

From Rev. Myron Breckenridge 60 

From Mayor F. Wickham 61 

A Few old Time Pictures, a poem, by T. P. 

Wilson. M. I) 62 

Times Changes, by 1 . M. Gillett 73 

Olden Times Along the Old State Road, by I. 

M. Gillett '75 

The <Md an,! The New, by ('apt. T. C. McGee..'. 76 

Perry's Victory, by Capt. T. C. McGee 78 


Mrs. Rosamond Ward McGee 79 

Charles F and Mary Livingston Drake 80 

Jay Caldwell Butler 81 

Dr. Robert R. McMeens 82 

Chester Woolworth 85 

John Green Camp 87 

Alexander Clemons 92 

Abel Kingsbury West... 93 

Captain John Youngs 95 

Lester S. Hubbard 96 

Amos and Eleanor Colvin McLouth 97 

Mrs. Susan B. Caldwell 98 

Mrs. Mary A. McGee 99 

Pelatiah Strong 99 

Clarissa S. McFall 100 

Capt. Eben J. Dennis 100 

Sophia Sprague Patrick 101 

A. H. Barber 102 

Edwin Harmon Wilcox 103 

Alvan C.Hall 104 

Abel Whitney 105 

Rev. S. B. Webster 106 

Mrs. Caroline Perkins 108 

Levi Piatt , 109 

Humbert Pinney 110 

Collins A. Brown Ill 

Mrs. Elizabeth Gordon 112 

Amy R. Adams 112 

Mrs. C. W. Manahan 115 

Myron Breckenridge ". 114 

Isaac Fowler 11(S 

Ansel Page US 

Mrs. Ansel Page 11<) 

Mrs. Sally Demund 119 

(J H. Camp 120 

Mrs. C. C. Crittenden V12 

Mrs. Jerusha Palnui 123 

Mrs. John Fisher 128 

Win. Strong AVatros 124 

Harvey Wood |25 

Mrs. Raymond Perrin 126 

Charles Electus Newman 126 

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New Series, Volume IV. 

The Firelands Pioneer, 


Firelands Historical Society, 


. Norwalk, Ohio. 

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Norwalk, Ohio. 



I^OIR 1887-8. 

HON. E. BOGARDUS, President, N. Monroeville 

JtTDG E A. W. HENDRY, Vice President, Sandusky 

CAPTAIN C. WOODRUFF, Vice President, Peru 

L. C. LAYLIN, Recording Secretary, - Norwalk 

J. G. (41 BBS, Corresponding Secretary, Norwalk 

C. W. MANAHAN, Treasurer, - - Norwalk 

F. K. LOOMIS, Biographer, - Norwalk 

C. F. NEWMAN, Librarian, - - Norwalk 

Board of Directors and Trustees. 




Again we greet the citizens of the Firelands with a new 
volume of our "Firelands Pioneer." 

The Firelands Historical Society was organized in the Court 
House in Norwaik in June, 1857 ; for thirty years it has had a 
name and a history. It has held annual meetings in Norwaik and 
numerous quarterly meetings in various portions of Huron and 
Erie counties since its organization thirty years ago. 

It has published sixteen volumes (which includes twenty-one 
books) filled with valuable pioneer history, replete with interesting 
narratives, biographies and memoirs, and containing invaluable 
statistics concerning matters of interest relating to the Firelands, 
which, but for this Society and its publications would have been 
forgotten and lost beyond recovery. 

The aim of our Society is set forth in Article 2d of the Con- 
stitution which reads as follows: "Its objects are to collect and 
preserve in proper form the facts constituting the full history of 
the Firelands ; also to obtain and preserve an authentic and general 
statement of their resources and products of all kinds." 

In addition to the foregoing, every volume contains biograph- 
ical sketches and memoirs of old pioneers and leading citizens who 
have made a home in our midst. 

This is Volume IV of the New Series and the seventeenth 
volume published by the Society. Herein will be found a contin- 
uation of the records of the Society from Volume III up to the 
present time ; which, with the former volumes, comprises a com- 
plete history of the Society and its doings from its organization 
until this date. 

A number of the back volumes are now on hand and for sale 
by C. E. Newman, the Librarian of the Society. The back num- 
bers are every year becoming more rare and valuable and those 
who desire them for preservation will do well to secure them at 

This volume will show for itself, and we trust will prove an 
interesting and profitable addition to the valuable numbers which 
have preceded it. 

Every citizen in the Firelands should be interested in preserv- 
ing a history of the events transpiring within our borders. The 
only way to do this successfully is to support the Firelands Histori- 
cal Society in its laudable efforts to carefully preserve and fre- 
quently publish these volumes of history, biography and record of 
passing events. 

Committee of Publication. 


Of the Firelands Historical Society , and its (Board of 
(Directors and Trustees. 

Continued from New Series, Volume III. 


JTJT-TZT 7% 1886. 


The thirtieth annual meeting of the Firelands Historical 
Society was held in Whittlesey Hall, Norwalk, Ohio, on Wednes- 
day, July 7, L886. 

The meeting was called to order by the President, Capt. C. 
Woodruff, of Pern, ()., w r ho made a brief and appropriate opening 
address, alter which F. R. Loomis, of Norwalk, offered prayer. 

The Secretary's report of the last annual meeting and of sub- 
sequent quarterly and board meetings was read by the Secretary 
and approved by the Society. 

The Librarian, C. E. Newman, made his annual report which 
was referred to the Auditing Committee. 

The Treasurer, C. W. Manahan, presented a report of the re- 
ceipts and expenditures for the past year, and the report w r as re- 
ferred to the Auditing Committee. 

On motion, the President appointed the following gentlemen 
:is the Auditing Committee, viz: (4. T. Stewart, P. N. Schuyler 
and .1. 1). 'Hasten. 

The Biographer, F« K. Loomis, made his annual report, giving 


brief obituary notices of more than sixty pioneers who had de- 
parted this life ^ since the last meeting. He stated that the 
number was more than seventy who had died on the Firelands 
during the past year. The report was an able and interesting one 
and was listened to with close attention. 

On motion, the President appointed the following committee 
on nomination of officers for the ensuing year: John S. Davis, 
G. T. Stewart, C. E. Newman, P. N. Schuyler and E. Bogardus. 

The morning session then adjourned. 


The Society was called to order at 2 p. m. with President 
Woodruff in the chair. 

The Auditing Committee reported that it had examined the 
accounts and vouchers of the Librarian and Treasurer and that the 
same were correct. The Treasurer had on hand a permanent fund 
of $500, and $19.59 as interest thereon. 

On motion, the reports of the Treasurer, Librarian and Aud- 
iting Committee were accepted and approved. 

The committee on nomination of officers for the ensuing year 
made a report with recommendations as follows: 

President, Hon. E. Bogardus , . . . .N. Monroeville. 

Vice President, Dr. A. D. Skellinger New London. 

I. J. Reynolds Berlin Heights. 

Recording Secreoary, L. C. Laylin .Norwalk. 

Corresponding Secretary, J. G. Gibbs 

Treasurer, C. W. Manahan 

Biographer, F. R. Loomis 

Librarian, C. E. Newman " 

Directors and Trustees, P. N. Schuyler Bellevue. 

" " " J. D. Easton Monroeville. 

C. E. Newman Norwalk. 

" , " " C. Woodruff Peru. 

S. A. Wildman Norwalk. 

The selection of the Township Historians was referred by the 
committee to. the new Board of Trustees. 

On motion, the report of the committee on nominations was 
received and adopted by the Society. 

On motion of G. T. Stewart the thanks of the Society were 
tendered to Capt. C. Woodruff for efficient services as President 
during the past two years. 


On motion of Hon. E. Bogardus the thanks of the Society 
were tendered the people of Norwalk for their hospitality and en- 

P. N. Schuyler, Esq., offered a resolution extending greetings 
and well wishes to Martin Kellogg, an honorary member of the 
Society, now in the 100th year of his life, and asking that C. E. 
Newman be designated to communicate the action of the Society 
to Mr. Kellogg. The resolution was carried by a unanimous vote. 

On motion of J. D. Chamberlain it was ordered that the So- 
ciety hold its next quarterly meeting on the grounds of Mr. Kel- 
logg, in Bronson, on September 21, 1886, the 100th anniversary of 
his birth; and a committee consisting of Hon. E. Bogardus, C. E. 
Newman and J. D. Chamberlain was appointed to confer with Mr. 
Kellogg and make the necessary arrangements for the meeting. 

A paper on old time reminiscences in Huron County, pre- 
pared by Clark Waggoner, Esq., of Toledo, was read by Jas. G. 

Isaac Fowler, of Berlin Heights, related some interesting ex- 
periences in the life of F. D. Parish, recently deceased, regarding 
his anti-slavery work, and sympathy with the fugitive slave. 

A. A. Graham, Esq., Columbus, Secretary of Ohio State Archae- 
ological and Historical Society, then addressed the Society, giv- 
ing an interesting account of the object and aims of the State 

He also gave information relative to the centennial celebra- 
tion to be held in Marietta, Ohio, in April, 1888, and the State 
Exposition to be held in Columbus, in the fall of 1888. 

On motion, a vote of thanks was tendered to Mr. Graham for 
his interesting address. 

On motion, the Societj^ then adjourned. 

L. C. LAYLIN, Secretary. 

Meeting of the Directors and Trustees 
TTTiLj-^r 7, isse. 

A meeting <>f the Board of Directors and Trustees of the 
Firelande Historical Society was held in the ante-room of the 
Whittlesey Hall, in Norwalk, O., July 7, 1887. 

Present, President, Hon. E. Bogardus; Secretary, L. C. Lay- 
lin; C. Woodruff, P. N. Schuyler, J. D. Easton, C. E. Newman. 


The above gentlemen then took the oath required by law and 
were duly qualified as such Directors and Trustees. 
The Board then adjourned. 

L. C. LAYLIN, Secretary. 


At the home of Martin Kellogg, Bronson, Tuesday, 
September 21, 1886. 

A quarterly meeting of the Firelands Historical Society was 
held at the home of Martin Kellogg, in Bronson, Huron county, 
Ohio, on Tuesday, September 21, 1886. 

The meeting was an occasion of extraordinary interest to the 
members of the Society, and to the people of Huron county, owing 
to the fact that the vast assembly convened on the 
grounds of the venerable Martin Kellogg, and on the 100th anni- 
versary of his birth. 

At 10 o'clock a. ra. the meeting was called to order by C. E. 
Newman Esq., who announced that the President, Hon. E. Bo- 
gardus, would be unavoidably absent. 

On motion, Mr. Newman was chosen President pro tem. 

The audience then joined in singing "All Hail the Power of 
Jesus' Name," led by Miss Carrie Bishop, of Norwalk. 

Rev. H. L. Canfield, of Bellville, Ohio, read the 90th Psalm, 
and followed with a fervent and impressive prayer, after which the 
Doxology was sung. 

After a beautiful solo by Miss Bishop, Martin Kellogg, the 
centenarian, the hero of the day, was introduced to the vast con- 
course of people, and was received with the waving of hundreds 
of white handkerchiefs and enthusiastic applause. 

He then made an appropriate address which was cordially re- 

Hon. F. R. Loomis, the Biographer, then delivered a \ cry 
able biographical address on the life and character of the hero of 
the day. 

After another song by Miss Bishop, entitled "The Old Hick- 
ory Cane," G. T. Stewart, Esq., of Norwalk, was introduced and 
delivered an eloquent address upon the theme, "The Occasion." 

Jas. G. Gibbs, Esq., of Norwalk, then read a fine original 


poem dedicated to Martin Kellogg on his 100th birthday. The 
vast assembly was then dismissed for dinner, and soon the man- 
sion and farm buildings were filled to overflowing with the people, 
while groups and companies thickly dotted the spacious grounds, 
and all did ample justice to a bountiful feast provided from stacks 
of well loaded baskets. 


The afternoon session was opened with a few choice selections 
from the Norwalk Cornet Band, whose presence during the after- 
noon gave increased interest and enthusiasm. 

Mrs. O. P. Dunbar read in a most excellent manner a selec- 
tion entitled, "The Old Ways and the New," which was followed 
by the reading of letters of congratulation and greeting from the 
following: Prof. T. P. Wilson, Ann Arbor, Michigan; Jas, Otis, 
E. P. Lane, L. A. Hine, Rev. S. A. Davis, Rev. and Mrs. I. W. Hath- 
away, Mrs. Sarah Campbell, Mayor F. Wickham and Rev. Myron 
Breckenridge. L. C. Laylin,' of Norwalk, in a short address, 
then presented Mr. Kellogg a beautiful easy chair on behalf of 
the Society, as a slight token of esteem and friendship. 

Capt. C. Woodruff, of Peru, exhibited the first poll book of 
Bronson township, made in April, 1822, by Martin Kellogg, clerk 
of the election. 

A short intermission then followed during which excellent 
photographs of the Kellogg family were taken by Mr. F. D. Fos- 
ter of Norwalk, and also all of the officers and members of the 
Society, and all pioneers present who were over 70 years of age. 

After the Norwalk Band had rendered several selections in 
their usual fine manner, Hon. C. E. Pennewell, of Cleveland, de- 
livered an able and interesting address appropriate to the occasion. 

S. A. Wildman, Esq., of Norwalk, eloquently addressed the 
people upon the subject, "A Century and what it has Wrought," 
and the program of the day was concluded by a solo, sweetly sung 
by Miss Bishop, entitled, "Good Bye." 

This was indeed an' occasion long to be remembered. Fully 
fifteen hundred people were in attendance and all the details of the 
program of exercises were ably carried out to the evident satis- 
faction of all. 

A large number of pioneers participated whose ages ranged 
from 70 to 95 years. 

Many distinguished persons, well known in Huron county, 


now residing in other oities and states were present, among whom 
were the following: Hon. C. E. Pennewell, of Cleveland, Dr. D. 
H. Beckwith, Dr. N. P. Wilson, Prof. J. C. Saunders, J. R. Osborn, 
Esq., Prof. T. P. Wilson. 

Thus ended the most largely attended and interesting meet- 
ing of the Society held since its organization. 

L. C. LAYLIN, Secretary. 

Meeting of the Directors and Trustees, 

MAY 7, 1887. 

A meeting of the Board of Directors and Trustees of the Fire 
lands Historical Society was held at the office of Newman Bros, 
in Norwalk, Ohio, on Saturday, May V, 1887. 

Present, Hon. E. Bogardus, President; Capt. C. Woodruff 
C. E. Newman, S. A. Wildman, L. C. Laylin, Secretary. 

S. A. Wildman took the oath required by law and was duly 
qualified as a Director and Trustee of the Society. 

On motion of Mr. W T ildman, the President appointed a com 
mittee of three to confer with the trustees of the Young Men's 
Library and Reading Room Association, the Executive Committee 
of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and other organ- 
zations in the discretion of the Committee, as to the possibility 
and expediency of a united effort to obtain a permanent building- 
ami rooms for the joint use of such Societies. 

S. A. Wildman, L. C. Laylin and C. E. Newman were appoint- 
ed as such Committee. 

C. E. Newman was requested to correspond with T. P. Wilson, 
of Ann Arbor, Mich., and if possible procure his attendance at 
the coming annual meeting of the Society. 

On motion, it was ordered that the annual meeting be held on 
the Fair Grounds, near Norwalk, Ohio, on Wednesday, June 15, 

On motion, Messrs. Bogardus, W'oodruff, Newman and 
Loomis, were appointed a Committee of Arrangements for the 
annual meeting. 

The Board then adjourned. 

L. C. LAYLIN, Secretary. 

Meeting of the Directors and Trustees, 

JUNE 11, 1887. 

A meeting of the Board of Directors and Trustees of the 
Firelands Historical Society was held at the office of Newman 
Brothers, Norwalk, Ohio, on Saturday, June 11, 1887. 

Present, Hon. E. Bogardus, President; Capt. C. Woodruff, J. 
I). Easton, C. E. Newman, S. A. Wildman, L. C. Laylin, Secretary. 

S. A. Wildman of the committee on permanent location, re- 
ported progress, and asked further time, which was granted. 

C. E. Newman of the committee on temporary quarters for 
cabinet, books and periodicals, then announced that he had pro- 
cured a room in the Newman block, and that the property of the 
Society, heretofore kept in the Mansion House block, had been 
transferred thereto. 

C. E. Newman, as Librarian, then presented the following 

Trustees and Directors of the Firelands Historical Society, in account with C. E. New- 
nrin, Librarian. 

September 21, 1886, expense of Kellogg centennial $6 50 

April, 1887, J. E. Lutts, rent for room : 9 00 

May 13, 1887, expense moving library 7 50 

Postage, 1886-7 2 00 

Postage and expense on book sent and returned 1 80 

Total ." :. $26 80 

On motion, the report was received, and the Secretary in- 
structed to draw an order on the Treasurer for $26.80, in favor of 
Mr. Newman. 

Hon. E. Bogardus, President, then announced that ex-Pres- 
ident R. B. Hayes, having consented to attend the annual meeting, 
would deliver an address on that occasion. C. E. Newman also re- 
ported that Prof. T. P. Wilson, of Ann Arbor, Mich., would be 
present and read a poem. 

The Committee of Arrangements then reported that an ex- 
cellent, program had been prepared for the annual meeting, and 
due advertisement thereof made in the county papers. 

On motion, I\ \t. Loorais was instructed to prepare and dis- 
tribute -J, ooo <lodgers, announcing the time, place and program of 
the annual meeting. 

The Board then adjourned. 

L. C. LAYLIN, Secretary. 


JUNE 15, 1887. 


The thirty-first annual meeting of the Firelands Historical 
Society was held on the fairgrounds, near Norwalk, O., on Wednes- 
day, June 15, 1887. The business meeting took place in the fore- 
noon with a fair attendance of pioneers and others. President 
Bogardus called the meeting to order at 10 o'clock, and in a neat 
speech presented the Society with a highly polished and durable 
gavel which he had turned out and prepared with his own hands. 

Prayer by Rev. J. M. Seymour, of Norwalk, Chaplain of the 

Minutes of annual and quarterly meetings read by Secretary L. 
C. Laylin, and approved. 

C. W. Manahan, Treasurer, presented his report for the year, 
which was referred to an Auditing Committee, viz: F. R. Loomis, 
A. W. Hendry and C. Woodruff. 

President Bogardus made a brief report of the condition of 
the Society. He referred to the needs of the Society for new 
members, and for a greater interest in its work. 

On motion, the address of S. A. Wildman was postponed until 
the afternoon. 

F. R. Loomis, Biographer of the Society, gave brief sketches of 
the life of twenty-eight deceased pioneers, who had passed away 
since last annual meeting of the Society. Received and adopted. 

President Bogardus then appointed the following committees: 

On Nominations — Enos Holiday, Hartland ; C. E. Newman, 
Norwalk ; Capt. McGee, Erie county. 

On Resolutions — F. R. Loomis, S. A. Wildman, Norwalk ; 
J. D. Easton, Monroeville. 

On motion of J. D. Easton an opportunity was given all present 
to become members of the Society. 

is mm prasMNs§ pioniib, 

Several persons addressed the meeting on the importance of 
maintaining the Society by lending financial aid by becoming 
members of the Society, etc. 

Secretary Laylin presented a form of envelope for mem- 

F. R. Loomis exhibited a letter written in 1829 by Rev. Alvin 
Coe, dated Green Bay, Michigan Territory. Rev. Coe was at one 
time a missionary among the Indians in this section, and helped to 
organize the Lyme Congregational church. 


The afternoon session was called to order at 1:30 o'clock. 
Several hundred people occupied seats in the Grand Stand besides 
many others who were on the Fair grounds. S. A. Wildman, of 
Norwalk, made the annual report in behalf of the Board of Directors 
and Trustees of the Society. 

The Auditing Committee reported that the Treasurer's books 
were in good condition and recommended the adoption of his 
report. £ 

Following came the report of the Committee on Nominations 
for Officers of the Society, as follows: 

President, Hon. E. Bogardus North Monroeville. 

Vice President, Judge A. W. Hendry Sandusky. 

Capt. C. Woodruff Peru. 

Recording Secretary, L. C. Laylin Norwalk. 

Corresponding Secretary, J. G. Gibbs , " 

Treasurer, 0. W. Manahan " 

Biographer, F. R. Loomis " 

Librarian, C. E. Newman " 

Director and Trustee, J. D. Easton Monroeville. 

G. T. Stewart Norwalk. 

S. A. Wildman " 

F. R. Loomis " 

C. E. Newman 

Prof. T. P. Wilson, of Ann Arbor, Michigan, a former Huron 
county boy, of whom we are all proud, was then introduced and 
gave an original poem, "A Few Old-time Pictures," which was 
excellent, the speaker being frequently interrupted by outbursts 
of applause. He spoke of the "Fair City" (Norwalk), "The Old- 
Time Boys and Girls," "The Old Seminary," "The Ravages of 


Time," "The Old Cabin," "The School-Master," "The Doctor," 
•'The Old-Tirae Dance," "The Wooing and The Wedding," por- 
traying in many ways, and interestingly, the incidents connected 
with his early life in Norwalk and Huron county, with "tributes of 
honor to many persons connected with the educational, religious 
and business developments of this vicinity in those days. 

Ex-President and Gen. R. B. Hayes, of Fremont, was then in- 
troduced to the assembly and was greeted with hearty applause. 

General Hayes was a resident of Norwalk for a year and a half 
in 1835-6, and he gave as the topic for the beginning of his address, 
"A Veteran's Recollections of School-Boy Days in- Norwalk Fifty 
Years Ago." He spoke of the time when he attended the old 
Norwalk Seminary, and said many of the incidents of that period 
were just as vivid to his mind as though they had occurred but 
yesterday ; he remembered well the occurrence of the Presidential 
election when Harrison and Van Buren were the candidates, 
the first in which he was interested ; the people were 
gathered to hear the news of election ; a man rode up and shouted, 
"All's right — Harrison 66 in Huron, 106 in Milan." He then spoke 
of the connection of the Firelands w r ith the wars that have marked 
our history, and stated that the Tory war in Connecticut was the 
origin of our Firelands ; 1875 persons were the exact number who 
received grants in the Firelands ; Norwalk, Conn., from which our 
city received its name, was second in the amount of lands granted 
to it in the Firelands, which comprised 500,000 acres ; he said one 
year in six of our history had been given to war ; to the war of 1812 
the Firelands had given many a noble son ; what intense excitement 
there was throughout the Firelands when the cannons in Perry's 
great naval battle on Lake Erie in 1813 resounded for miles back 
into the country ; how the populace prepared for the worst when 
the first news came that Perry had been defeated ; and later, how 
they nerved for resistance when Perry's message reached them: 
"We have met the enemy and they are our's — three brigs, a 
schooner and a ship." Speaking of the Rebellion he said that to 
those who fought to defend and maintain right, it was the divinest 
war in all historj . We are now at peace with all nations ; no 
standing army, no navy ; we're the only nation that can look a big 
debt in the face and say, "I'm your master." The debts of all 
other nations are growing, and at the end of each year there is an 
unavoidable deficiency, aocj the debt continues \o grow, while we 


are clamoring to know what to do with our surplus. A nation 
without a navy! A thing to be proud of ; we should be proud 
that we are able to exist in safety without one. No army! the only 
preparation for war necessary for us is an intelligent, patriotic, 
virtuous people. Should war come! all the navies of the world 
are ours except of the nation with whom we are at war. 

Gen. John C. Black, of Washington, D. C.,TJ. S. Commissioner 
of Pensions, who came to Norwalk on Wednesday morning to 
spend a day or two with his wife and the family of W. W. Graham, 
of Norwalk, made his appearance at the meeting a short time 
before Gen. Hayes had finished his address. He was met by a 
committee and took a seat on the stand. At the conclusion of 
Gen. Hayes' address he was introduced and spoke interestingly 
for twenty minutes. 

He spoke of the changes time had wrought in the Firelands and 
dwelt at length upon the character and make-up of the real pioneer. 
His address was well received and he was heartily applauded at its 

The Committee on Resolutions then reported through their 
Chairman as follows: 

Mr. President: — Your Committee on Resolutions respectfully 
submit the following : 

Resolved, That the Firelands Historical Society is worthy of 
the united and hearty encouragement and support of every citizen 
within the borders of the Firelands and of every lover of pioneer 
history in America. 

Because through its efforts valuable items of history, biography, 
narrative and old time story have been gathered and pub- 
lished in the sixteen volumes already issued by the Society. 

Because through it, old time reminiscences of persons and 
events in this locality, are now being gathered and put in conven- 
ient form for preservation from forgetfulness and destruction, and 
because through it and it alone will these old time memories, 
narratives and memoirs continue to be gathered and preserved for 
the benefit of generations now entering upon the active duties of 
life and for the information, instruction and entertainment of gen- 
erations yet unborn. 

Because all of these things have an inestimable value which 
we may not now fully understand or appreciate, but which will be 
appreciated and valued beyond computation in time to come, and 


which, by our sacrificing a little to gather and preserve in authentic 
form, now, will cause our children's children to rise up and call us 

Resolved, Therefore, in view of all these facts that there is a 
solemn duty, which every patriotic man and woman should perform, 
viz: become members of the Firelands Historical Society, and 
give its good work all the encouragement possible. 

Resolved, That the cheerful, hearty and unqualified thanks of 
this Society are justly due and are hereby gratefully extended to 
Prof. T. P. Wilson, of Ann Arbor, Mich., for his vivid and inter- 
esting "Old-Time Pictures'' so beautifully placed before us in pleas- 
ing poetic form. 

To General and ex-President Rutherford B .Hayes, of Fre- 
mont, for his eloquent words and noble tribute to the pioneers of 
the Firelands and for his exceedingly interesting and instructive 
address ; so teeming with original thought respecting the peace 
making results of American wars and the inestimable value of 
American example to all the nations of earth. 

To General John C. Black, U. S. Commissioner of Pensions? 
Washington, D. C, for his generous words of encouragement, his 
patriotic allusions and his profitable thoughts so beautifully ex- 
pressed to us on this occasion. 

Resolved, That the speakers are hereby, each, respectfully re- 
quested to furnish their poem and addresses for publication in the 
next volume of "The Pioneer." 

Resolved, That the thanks of the Society are due and are hereby 
extended to the Huron County Agricultural Society for the free 
use of their grounds and privileges for this meeting. 

Respectfully submitted, 

F. R. Loomis, 

S. A. Wildman, ^ Com. 

J. D. Easton, J 

The business of the Society having been transacted and the 
program of exercises concluded, the Society then adjourned. 

L. C. LAYLIN, Recording Secretary. 

Meeting of Directors and Trustees, 

JUNE 20, 1887. 

A called meeting of the Board of Directors and Trustees of 
the Firelands Historical Society, was hold Monday morning, June 



20, 1887, in the office of Newman Bros., in Norwalk. There were 
present, G. T. Stewart, C. E. Newman, S. A. Wildman, F. R. Loomis, 
Secretary L. C. Laylin, Treasurer C. W. Man ah an and Vice Presi- 
dent C. Woodruff. The members of the Board were sworn by L. 
C. Laylin, Notary Public, and he in turn was sworn by C. Woodruff, 
a justice of the peace. 

In the absence of President Bogardus, Vice President Capt. C. 
Woodruff, of Peru, was called to the chair. 

C. E. Newman reported in behalf of the Committee of Arrange- 
ments for the annual meeting, that the entire expenses incurred in 
preparing for and carrying to a successful conclusion the annual 
meeting, amounted to 124.05 ; and that to meet this expense a 
subscription paper had been circulated among the friends of the 
Society upon which $26.00 was subscribed. ($23.50 of which had 
been paid) as follows, viz: 

J. D. Easton 

F R. Loomis 

,..$ 1 
. . . 1 


C. E. Newman 

L. C. Laylin 

F. M. Chapman 

G. T. Stewart. ..'..'.'. 

. . $ 1 00 
1 00 

G. A. Lawrence 

. . 1 

1 00 

B. Cortrite 

. . i 

1 00 

J. S. White 

. . . l 

J. D. Whitney 

D. D. Benedict 

S. A. Wildman 

W. A. Poyer 

H. L. Kennan , 

1 00 

E. W. Dorsey 

, . . l 

. . 1 00 

B. C. Taber 

, . . l 

1 00 

J. F. Laning 

(). Prentiss 


I). C. Kino- 

O. S. Griffin 


Dr. J. B.Ford 

C. J Baldwin ... 

C. P. Wickham 

Ellis & McComiell.. 


W. B. Todd 

James G. Gibbs 

E. B. Harrison 

J. N. Watros 



E. H. Draper 

J. E. Lutts 


W. C. Breckenridge 

Theo. Williams 

L. L. Doud 


C. Woodruff 



Wm. Monnett 

W. T>. Colson 

E. E. Little 

Dr. Gill 



. $26 00 

A bill amounting to $8.50 in favor of the Chronicle Pub. Co. 
for printing was approved by tlie Society and orcjered pai4, Also 


bill for expenses for annual meeting, $15.55, advanced by C. E. 

Newman, approved and ordered paid. 

C. E. Newman reported that he had sold 34 volumes of the 

last "Pioneer," on which there was due the Society $12.60 ; and five 

annual memberships for the year 1886-7, at 50 cents each, $2.50. 

Report received and ordered recorded. 

Secretary L. C. Laylin reported a list of the names of persons 

who had constituted themselves members of the Society, at the 

annual meeting, viz: 

Rutherford B. Hayes, of Fremont, paid $5 and became a life 


The following paid $1 each for annual membership and for a 

copy of the next issue of "The Pioneer," viz: G. A. Lawrence, 

Rev. J. M. Seymour, J. L. Vandusen, C. H. Jackson and W. B. 

Colson, all of Norwalk ; J. C. Lockwood, Milan ; Capt. T. C. McGee 

and M. Lipsett, of Sandusky ; J. J. Clark, Olena ; H. C. Barnard 

and Samuel Bemis, of Bellevue; Dr. D. H. Beckwith, Cleveland; 

Clark Waggoner, Toledo; B. T. Day and Israel P. Wicks, Fairfield ; 

Mrs. J. P. Moore, of Fremont; A. F. Kellogg, Peru; Rev. H. L. 

Canfield, Belleville; J. H. Sterling, Olena. 

The following paid 50 cents each for annual memberships, viz: 

Stella K. Johnson, C. H. Todd, Clarissa Clawson, T. R. Strong, J. 
D. Chamberlin, W. G. Mead, C. W. Manahan, F. A. Tillinghast 
and C. H. Jackson, all of Norwalk; Enos Holliday and Mrs. S. J. 
Holliday, of Hartland; Isaac McKesson, Collins; R. C. Dean, East 
Townsend; L. S. Owen, Mrs. L. A. Owens and C. Woodruff, Peru; 
Geo. Burdue, Berlinville; A. W. Hendry, Sandusky; Myron Rogers, 
Clarksfield; F. G. Lockwood, Milan; Oramel Hunt, Monroeville; 
John G. Sherman, W : akeman; I. B. Hoyt of Fairfield. 

Making a total of 43 memberships received during the annual 
meeting and $33.50 in money which Secretary Laylin turned over to 
Treasurer Manahan. 

Treasurer C. W. Manahan reported all accounts and bills 
against the Society settled in full, so far as he was aware, and that 
there now remained in the treasury of the Society $3.83, besides 
the $500 belonging to the Publication Fund. 

The Chronicle Publishing Company, of Norwalk, having of- 
fered to publish Volume IV, New Series, of "The Pioneer," 
on the same terms and conditions as was offered by them 
and accepted by the Board, August 19, 1885, for the 


publication of Volume III, it was unanimously agreed by 
the Board that the proposition of the Chronicle Publishing Com- 
pany be accepted and that they be awarded the contract for pub- 
liseing Volume IV, New Series, of "The Pioneer," at the earliest 
practical moment. 

Upon motion, F. R. Loomis, G. T. Stewart and C. E. Newman 
were selected by the Board as a publishing committee for volume 
IV of "The Pioneer." 

There being no further business the Board then adjourned. 
L. C. LAYLIN, Recording Secretary. 


The following persons have, since our 31st Annual Meeting, 
upon solicitation of Capt. T. C. McGee, of Sandusky, paid one 
dollar each, thereby making themselves annual members of the 
Firelands Historical Society and are entitled to this volume of 
"The Pioneer," viz: John Mackey, E. B. Sadler, W. F. West, O. 
C. McLouth, John Youngs, Wm. H. McFall, J. A. Camp, Edward 
Foreman, Carrie Sprague Alvord, Mrs. E. H. Wilcox, Ann C. 
McLouth, Clara Boalt Butler, Mrs. Chester Woolworth, Mrs. W. 
G. Lane, Fannie Rossiter, all of Sandusky; H. M. demons, Point 
Marblehead; Mrs. I. B. Strong, Bloomingville; Mary Drake 
Givgoire, Catawba Island. 

The following have paid 50 cents and are annual members, viz: 
John G. Pool, S. E. Hubbard, Mrs. A. G. Dennis, all of Sandusky; 
Dr. N. B. Wilson, of Cleveland. 

B. E. Hawks, Norwalk, Mrs. P. Buck, Toledo, and H. Z. 
Eaton, Hot Springs, Dakota, each paid 50 cents for Volume IV of 
"The Pioneer." 


Martin Kellogg, One Hundred Years Old September 

21, 1886; 

A Biographical Sketch of His Life Delivered at the Celebration of 
the Event at Mr. Kellogg's Home in Bronson. 


Martin Kellogg, the anniversary of whose 100th birthday we 
commemorate to-day, was born in the township of Bethel, county 
of Windsor and state of Vermont, very near the center of the old 
Green Mountain State, on the 21st day of September, 1*786. His 
father's name was Martin Kellogg, and the name Martin has been 
perpetuated in the family for many generations. His mother's 
name was Lucy Dunham, daughter of Thomas and Lucy Dunham. 
Martin's father was an early settler in Bethel; the first settlers oc- 
cupying wild uncultivated woodlands about 1776 to 1780; at the 
time of Martin's birth it was a new country of forests, stumps and 
stones, very rough, with steep side hills, heavy growths of timber 
and innumerable stones. It was upon the eastern foot hills of the 
Green Mountain range. Here Martin lived and grew as a boy and 
young man up to the age of nearly 29 years. Here he went to 
school, worked upon his father's farm, taught school and worked 
on a carding machine, and his early life was thus passed in labo- 
rious pursuits. The principal productions of that day and region 
were large families of children; to feed these children it became 


ne.cessary to work early and late on the stony ground which 
abounded there, and all the family were obliged to work; from the 
father and mother down to the little 5 year old, each had some- 
thing to do to assist in providing the daily bill of fare. Mr. Kel- 
logg says the eight hour rule prevailed, but it was on the other 
end of the handle from that now in vogue; with them it was eight 
hours or less of rest and sixteen hours of work, sometimes even 
more. His father's farm consisted of 110 acres joining the south 
west side of the village of Bethel, and 10 additional acres near to 
this, making a total of 180 acres, composed largely of timber, 
stones and hills with dirt mixed in, in tolerably fair paying quan- 
tities. Their principal crops were beans, peas, corn, potatoes and 
flax; they also raised some horses, cattle, sheep and hogs. The 
family consisted of father, mother and eleven children; one son 
and three daughters died in infancy; two sons and five daughters 
grew to adult age. His brother, Thomas, died in Nebraska in his 
95th year. The father of Martin lived to be 91 years old, past; 
Ruth, one of the sisters, lived to nearly 80 years; Philena lived to 
be over 70; another lived to be 70; all but Martin are now 
dead. The most common diet of the family was bean porridge 
and baked [teas interspersed by way of luxury with johnny cake 
and milk, hasty pudding and molasses, hominy, hulled corn, bread 
and milk, potato and milk and sweetened beer. Martin's first 
school was attended when he was three or four years old. The 
village had no church or school house at this time, but a Mrs. 
Amanda Sally Chaplin taught in the second story of a malt house, 
and here Martin first secured his primary instruction from Thom- 
as I )il worth's spelling book. In speaking of it to me the other 
day he facetiously remarked that it was a high school ! conducted 
as it was in the highest, story of the malt house. Mr. Kellogg 
says lie remembers his first teacher very well; that she was a first 
rate teacher, and afterwards taught a good many terms in the vil- 
lage school house when one was erected. He went occasionally to 
summer schools until he was L3 years old when he attended the 
village district school for a couple of winters. He afterwards 
went to school in ihcnew school house but never had any academ- 
ic or collegiate advantages. He taught his first term of school in 
tin' summer when he was 14 or 15 years old, in his native town; 
he afterwards taught 9 winter terms in his own and adjoining 
towns. Some of the early methods of living and doing are best 


expressed in Mr. Kellogg's own words which are preserved in a 
series of letters which he wrote, since he was 90 years old, to the 
Herald and News of West Randolph, about 1 miles from Bethel, 
and which he has nicely scrapbooked himself. I am sure you will 
not be wearied with my reading some of these writings. 

(Here extracts from Mr. Kellogg's scrapbook were read by Mr. 
Loomis, after which he continued as follows:) 

Mr. Kellogg was united in marriage to Miss Polly Fay, of 
Barnard township, (the next south of Bethel,) December 7th 1809; 
he being 23 years of age at the time. He had taught school in 
this neighborhood a number of terms and thus formed an ac- 
quaintance Which ripened into affection and resulted in the uniting 
of their lives into one destiny; a union which lasted more than 56 
years. After marriage Martin taught school for several winters 
and worked the farm of his fatherinlaw summers. He was a hard 
working young man, a genuine night of labor., when the organiza- 
tion of that name was unknown. His credentials of membership 
consisted in laboring diligently with his calloused hands from be- 
fore daylight in the morning until long after dark at night. If 
that does not constitute a true "night of labor," nothing can. With 
him the eight hour system consisted of eight hours of work before 
dinner and another eight hours after dinner, and then he tells me, 
that he often took from two to four hours of the remaining eight 
hours, for reading and study; rarely ever retiring before ten o'clock 
and often not until midnight. Yet with this severe manual labor 
and mental application, we have before us to-day this same dili- 
gent man, now one hundred years old. 


On the 17th day of June, 1815, Mr. Kellogg left his native 
town of Bethel, Vermont, in company with his wife and three 
small children, also accompanied by his father-in-law and a quite' 
numerous family, all with faces set toward Ohio. The necessary 
plans and arrangements had been previously made; the cavalcade 
consisted of three two-horse wagons loaded with only useful ac- 
cessories and the women and children; two of these outfits be- 
longed to Mr. Fay the father-in-law and one to Martin. After a 
few days journeying Mrs. Kellogg was taken ill and shortly after- 
ward gave birth to a little daughter, making a family of four girls; 
this necessitated a delay of six days during which time Martin, 
and the Fajs' hired out to the farmers to work in the cornfields. 


This proved a blessing to all concerned, for the roads improved 
very much during these days, the horses found good pasturage 
and the menfolks all earned some ready money for the days of 
need that were to follow. The little daughter born at that time is 
now Mrs. Polly F. Thomas and lives in Genoa, Ottawa county, 
Ohio; she is here today, so is also the first born daughter, now 
Mrs. Mandana Harding, who lives in Furniss county, Nebraska. 
Both now have families of their own. 

The incidents of their journey to Ohio would be very interesting 
and we would be glad to narrate them but time forbids. When they 
arrived in Buffalo, a portion of the goods, also several of the com- 
pany took passage via boat for Cleveland. Mr. Kellogg and his 
family and the remainder of the company came on with the teams. 
At Cleveland, Apollos Fay and Eliphaz Bigelow procured a skiff or 
row boat, and taking Clarissa Fay and Mehitable Fay, together 
with some goods into the boat, they rowed all the way to Huron. 
Mr. Kellogg says they all regarded it a great providence that they 
were not lost enroute. The teams and goods arrived in Avery, 
(now known as Milan) July 30, 1815. The journey was made the 
entire distance through the woods, without roads or highways of 
any sort, excepting blazed paths and felled timber routes, where 
the logs had been rolled out of the way sufficiently for the wagons 
to pass through. No worked roads; stumps everywhere in the 
route; a vast unbroken wilderness on both sides; no hotels, and but 
one or two settlements. It was not a pleasure ride from Cleveland 
to Milan in those days you may rest assured. The contrast be- 
tween then and now is a very marked one. 

The company arriving at Avery, the old county seat of Huron 
county, at this time, consisted of the following persons: Aaron 
Fay (father in-law to Martin Kellogg) and his wife; Mr. Fay's 
sons, Lucius and Apollos and his daughters, Polly, (Mrs. Kellogg,) 
and Clarissa, also Martin Kellogg and Eliphaz Bigelow. 

Mr. Kellogg thinks there were but four families living at 
Avery at this time. All of the new comers went into the block 
house to live until other arrangements could be made. 

Father Fay was soon taken sick and died. Martin and his 
family shortly after moved over to the Underhill farm about a 
mile west of the present city of Norwalk, into a log house standing 
there, where they lived a part oi^ the first winter. In February, 
1816, Martin moved his family over upon the S. W. corner lot of 


Norwalk township where they lived until a log house 20x20 feet 
in size was built on the site where we now stand, between this 
present home and the highway in front; here he removed his fam- 
ily, consisting of wife and four little daughters, the oldest not yet 
six years of age, into this new log house, on the 17th day of 
June, 1816, just one year from the day they left the old home in 
Bethel, away back in the old Green Mountain State. Nor must 
we forget that distance was much greater, seemingly, in those 
days of slow wagoning, than in these days of steam and elec- 

Mr. Kellogg had previously purchased this tract of land con- 
taining 205f acres, of Messrs. Underhill, Petrey and Baker, and 
entered into contract with them to pay them for it in install- 
ments; the price agreed upon being $3 per acre. He paid $100 
down, all the money he had or could raise. In about three yoars 
thereafter he sold 100 acres from the east portion of the tract to 
Thomas Hagaman for $5 per acre. This helped him pay for the 
whole and fulfill his part of the contract very nicely. 

t Several years after moving into this first log house 20 feet 
square, as stated, a log addition 20x28 feet in size was added, mak- 
ing the family a very comfortable home indeed for those days. 
They continued to live here in comfort and enjoyment until the 
house you see before you was completed, about the year 1836, 
when they removed thereto and have since occupied it. 

For seventy years Mr. Kellogg has lived and toiled upon this 
farm. Here he has eaten the bread of honest labor; here he has 
stored his mind with useful knowledge; here he has reared his fam- 
ily and sent them forth to the world. His life has not been espec- 
ially remarkable except for its honesty, its vigor and its vitality. 

There have been born to Mr. and Mrs. Kellogg twelve 
children; eight of whom are now living as follows: 

Mrs. Mandana Harding, the first born, aged 76, now living in 
Furniss county, Nebraska; she is here to-day. 

Mrs. Lucy Thompson, aged 74, now living in Norwalk, also 
here to-day. 

Mrs. Polly Thomas, aged 71, the one born when they were on 
their journey to Ohio, now living in Elmore, Ottawa county, O., 
she is also here to-day. 

Aaron F., aged 68, now living in Greenfield, Huron county, 
Ohio, here to-day. 


Mrs. Eleutheria Familliar, aged 65 past, now living in Fair- 
field, Huron county, Ohio, here to-day. 

Lyman, aged 64, living in Bronson, Huron county, Ohio, here 

Mrs. Harriet L. Thayer, aged 62, living here at the old home 
together with her husband and taking good care of our centen- 
arian friend. 

Anson, aged 59, living in Norwalk, and here to-day. 

The children who have died are, 

Rebecca, aged 23; 

Martin, " 19; 

Kinsley B. " 24; 

Thomas, an infant. 

Mrs. Kellogg, the mother, died April 1, 1866, after a faithful 
companionship of over fifty-six years. For the past twenty years 
Mr. Kellogg has been alone. No not alone! he has had the pleas- 
ant companionship of a kind family of affectionate children, grand- 
children and great-grand children; yes and great-great-grandchild- 
ren, even unto the 5th generation. 

He has enjoyed his books and newspapers, and then too he 
has. a wide circle of acquaintances and friends whose visits and 
letters have given him companionship and comfort. 

Mr. Kellogg has had, in his long life, several occasions of se- 
vere illness, but the Lord has spared him through them all, and to- 
day we see a remarkable specimen of well preserved manhood for 
one of his years. 

He has been a great reader in his day, and even up until with- 
in the past three years he has been a constant reader of the news- 
papers and of current literature. He has always been a well in- 
formed man. 

He has done little manual or physical labor for the past ten or 
twelve years, except perhaps to work a little in the garden or 
around the house. His sight was very good until within a year 
or so, and his hearing tlrough somewhat impaired was fairly sharp 
until within about the same period. He can still see sufficiently 
well to distinguish acquaintances and to read a little. I found but 
little difficulty in holding a two hours' constant conversation with 
him last week Monday and again for an hour last Saturday. I 
found his memory bright and active on events that transpired 
eighty and ninety years ago; not so ready on recent events. Like 


all old people he enjoys living over his youthful days; he will talk 
about them with evidently keen enjoyment, but wearies much 
more quickly when you confine him to recent or present topics. 

His memory of trifling events eighty years ago is vivid and 
remarkable while much more important matters of recent date of 
which he was at the time an active participant are almost or quite 

His first vote for President, was cast for James Madison, the 
fourth president of the United States in 1808; at which time Martin 
was 22 years old. He was an ardent admirer and firm friend of 
Henry Clay. He voted for William Henry Harrison, for Fremont, 
for Lincoln and for Grant. He was a warm Republican during 
the war and gave patriotic encouragement to the union cause. He 
rejoiced at the downfall of the slave oligarchy and the restoration 
of the old flag over our re-united country. 

In 1876 our venerable friend then ninety years of age voted 
for Peter Cooper, the Greenback candidate for President. He had 
for some time been reading up, meditating, and studying up Green- 
back theories until he became thoroughly indoctrinated with that 
heresy. He has kindly labored with your speaker of to-day, for 
the past seven years to convert him from the error of his ways and 
make him over into a Greenback saint. He has found that his la- 
bors are all in vain, that I am joined to my idols and he has of late 
concluded to let me go my way. 

Mr. Kellogg united with the M. E. church when a young man 
and became a class leader and local preacher, but he told me last 
week that he was never satisfied with the doctrines taught or with 
the Methodist creed; so he permitted his name to be dropped from 
the rolls because of nonattendance upon their services. He has 
for the past forty years been associated with the Universalist 
people in which faith he is a firm believer. He was at one time 
clerk of the Huron association of Universalists, and he is now a 
member of that church in Peru. 

Mr. Kellogg is in many respects a remarkable man. He is one 
among many thousands to reach the age of -one hundred years. 

His faculties are remarkably good for one of his years. His 
memory of early incidents is truly marvellous. His firmness of 
purpose and belief are very observable. He has been a remarkably 
temperate man all his life. He has never indulged in spirituous 
or malt liquors or wines. He has never used tobacco in any form. 
He has always been abstemious in his eating, never drinking even 
tea or coffee until after finishing his meals. He has much to be 
thankful for in the dealings of a kind and beniticent Providence 
and we may all be grateful that we are permitted to see so well 
preserved a specimen of a grand old centenarian. 


The following is taken from the editorial columns of the 
Norwalk Chronicle in its issue of September 23, 1886. 

The celebration of the one hundredth birthday anniversary of 
Mr. Martin Kellogg, last Tuesday, September 21st, at his home in 
Bronson, was an event that will never be forgotton by the hundreds 
who were present on that memorable occasion. 

The number present was fully 1500 and comprised many of 
the best citizens of Huron county, including a large number of its 
aged pioneers. 

The hero of the day and the observed of all observers was the 
Grand Old Centenarian, Martin Kellogg, who appeared upon the 
platform, quite strong and vigorous, looked serene and happy, and 
briefly addressed the large assembly in a firm, strong voice. He 
endured the excitement of the day without nervousness and talked, 
joked, laughed and shook hands with hundreds of his friends with 
seemingly very little fatigue. He appeared as well as usual the 
following day and since then has been lively and well. 

The addresses and congratulations were many and excellent ; 
worthy of the day and the occasion. 

The music was good ; the arrangements for the comfort of all 
could not have been bettered. 

The weather was somwhat unpropitious after the early morn, 
being cloudy and a little rainy, notwithstanding which, however, 
the large assembly maintained the best of spirits, gave good heed 
to the exercises and generally remained until the excellent program 
was fully carried out. 

The presence of the Norwalk Band with its good music, added 
much to the enjoyment of the occasion. Rial Rundel, C. H. 


Morgan and E. H. Draper are to be thanked for being instrumental 
in securing their services. 

Many complimentary words were spoken in behalf of Miss 
Carrie Bishop's sweet singing, It was excellent as it always is. 
The thanks of the Firelands Historical Society and of the Com- 
mittee of Arrangements for the Celebration are extended to her 
through the columns of the Chronicle. 

The motto over the speakers stand was neat and appropriate ; 
this is it, 


1786 1886 


C. E. Newman and J. D. Chamberlin of the Committee of 
Arrangements were indefatigable in their efforts to make the 
Centenary commemoration interesting and profitable ; that they 
were eminently successful is endorsed by everybody. The affair 
was a complete success in all respects, thanks to their faithfulness, 
energy and devotion. 

A large number of aged people were present ranging from 93 
years old downward ; probably not less than 200 that might be 
properly classed as old pioneers were on the grounds. We wish we 
might publish all their names but it was impossible to get them. 
Among the many were Charles Gardiner, aged 93, of Peru; Richard 
Gardiner, 91, of Monroeville; Wyatt Cook, 92, Fairfield; Ozias 
Joiner, 90, Greenfield; Ami Keeler, 90, Norwalk; Capt. E. H. 
Lowther, 86, Mrs. E. H. Lowther, 80, Mrs. Judge S. C. Parker, 82, 
Steuben; James Hopkins, 81, Fairfield ; George Lawrence, 81, 
Bronson; Orson Carpenter, 80, Hon. Chas. B. Simmons, 80, John 
Ensel, 82, Elijah Price, 81, ex-Sheriff David Johnson, 79, Jefferson 
Baker, 81, Fairfield; W. G. Mead, 78, Bronson; Wm. Mitchell, 84, 
Peru; J. S. Hester, 75, Norwich; Clarissa Atherton, 87, Peru; 
Thankful Fanny White, 82, Hartland; Paul B. Mead, 70, Kent; 
Loomis Chase, 70, and wife, Kenton. 

Among those from abroad who were present, we noticed Judge 
C. E. Pennewell, Dr. D. H. Beckwith, Dr. N. B. Wilson, Prof. J. 
C. Sanders, and Volney Fay, wife and daughter, all of Cleveland; 
John R. Osborn, Esq., of Toledo; Prof. T. P. Wilson, of Ann 
Arbor, Mich.; W. C. Allen and wife, and Wm. Root of Elyria. 

It was indeed a pleasant and enjoyable affair throughout and 
the universal expression was, " It is good to be here." 


An Address delivered at the Centennial Celebration 
of Martin Kellogg's Birthday on Tuesday, Sep- 
tember 2 1st, 1886, at the Kellogg Home- 
stead in Bronson, Ohio. 


This occasion is one of honor and rejoicing. It brings us 
together in a two-fold family reunion. Under the roof- tree of our 
honored friend, are gathered here five generations, descended from 
a common head, to honor that head. This continuation and inter- 
communion of families around their parent source, is, a type of 
perpetual life. But there is a higher and grander family circle 
here formed, of which we are all members as children of the Divine 
Father, and that reunion is more than a type, it is a proof of our 

This occasion comes to us as a glorious and inspiring teacher, 
its logic is sublime and irrefutable. It says with us, "God is our 
Creator and our Heavenly Father. He is eternal. Therefore, we 
as his children, are all immortal and share in His infinite love." 
This is the voice of the occasion, and I am glad to know that it is 
the philosophy and religion of the friend whom we have come to 

Man alone, with the crown of divine intelligence upon him 
with which he was crowned at the creation, when the morning- 
stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy, 


communes with the past and the future. Of all animate creatures, 
man is the only being who aspires to existence beyond this life. 
He seeks, he strives for immortality. For that in all ages, he 
thought, toiled, built and achieved. He has been ever rising up to 
the infinite, stretching out his arms to the generations which have 
gone before, and to those which are to follow him. In the earth's 
diurnal revolutions around it, the sun gil<fs with its glory the sum- 
mits of the pyramids of Pharaoh by the Nile and of the monument 
of Washington by the Potomac, binding together the human 
thought and endeavor which crowned the one, with those which 
crowned the other, over a chasm of more than four thousand years, 
with beams of golden unity; and spanned by the same glory, all 
the way around the globe, is a belt of countless towers, spires, and 
monumental erections in myraid forms, all reared by human hands, 
writing history on the skies, to perpetuate names and achievements 
of men and nations. 

The king of beasts who roars through his native jungles in 
Africa and Asia to-day, knows and cares nothing of or for the lions 
who roared there in the ages before him, or may in ages hereafter. 
The king of birds, the proud emblem of our nation, as he soars 
in his sun-path, has no consciousness or concern as to the eagles 
who soared there in the thousands of years before him, or those 
which may follow him in the hereafter. These monarchs of earth 
and air, when they drop into dust, perish without a record or a 
memory. All there is in and of them, is with the perishing present. 
The friend we come to honor, has built no monuments of granite or 
marble, but in his long life, example and usefulness, he has made a 
record, and formed an influence which will live forever. We have 
had an interesting summary of the events of his life presented by 
our Biographer, in which, one of the most pleasant and enduring, 
is his connection with the Firelands Historical Society. He was 
with us at the first meeting held at the old Court House for the 
organization of the society, on the 20th of May, 1857, and we trust 
that he will be with us at its thirtieth anniversary on May next. 
His presence has been a constant benediction and help to us at 
nearly all our meetings, except the last. Great changes have taken 
place with those who shared in our first meetings. Of the four 
members who signed the first circular for historic collections, 
issued then, three are in their graves. Of the ten officers first 
elected by the Society, but two survive; P. N f Schuyler ? who is now 


present, and myself. At that first meeting, jMartin Kellogg was 
appointed one of the Bronson committee to prepare the history of 
that township and though then in his 71st year, he went to work 
with his usual talent and energy and the first volume of the Pioneer 
contained a valuable report of the early settlement and historical 
incidents of that township, from his pen, to which he made subse- 
quent additions; so that, thanks to his diligence, Bronson is one 
of the best reported townships in the Firelands. 

While we all unite in our greetings, our honors and congratu- 
lations to him, as a Society; while he stands thus before us on the 
summit of the century passed; we leave to others the more personal 
part, while we briefly consider here the theme which the occasion so 
naturally suggests, the honors, duties and privileges of. old age. 
In all civilized nations the aged have been honored with personal 
reverence and with public authority and trust. The earliest civil- 
izations in the world, that of ancient Egypt, and of the Hebrew 
nation which made Exodus from it, were eminent in this respect. 
Only the lowest and most degraded of savage nations ever disre- 
garded and destroyed their aged. The fifth Commandment, 
"Honor thy father and thy mother that thy days may be long in 
the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee," was placed by the 
Divine builder at the foundation of the Hebrew and Christian 
civilizations, not only as the rule of families, but as the supreme 
law of nations. Every nation that ever grew great and permanent 
in its prosperity, built upon that law; thpse which rose highest in 
the scale of human excellence and most potential in their sway, 
were distinguished by their regard for their aged people. In the 
gallant state of Sparta, the rival of Athens in the Grecian confed- 
eracy, the government was divided into two assemblies, in the 
highest of which none but those who were sixty or more years of 
age, were members, except the kings. The Spartans were taught 
to reverence the aged. In the theater at Athens, where a Spartan 
embassy were seated together, an aged citizen came in but found 
no seat. When he approached the place where the Spartans were, 
they all immediately arose and offered him a seat. The Athenian 
multitude, seeing this, loudly applauded the act. One of the 
Spartans with Spartan brevity said, "These Athenians know what 
is right, but they fail to do it." In Rome, the highest and most 
illustrious government assembly was composed entirely of aged 
citizens, eminent for their talents, their virtue and their achieve- 


ments, and from the word senex (an old person) it was named 
senatus, and its members were styled senators. This we have copied 
for the legislative department of our constitution, both state and 
national, in name, and it would have been far better if it had been 
in fact, as to one of them, which has been mostly filled with mere 
millionaires. But this occasion and this large assembly proves that 
our people are not dpficient in the right sentiment on the subject; 
and that there is a visible improvement in the right direction, is 
shown by the increasing frequency of such manifestations of joy 
and reverence for persons distinguished for their many years and 
virtues, both fathers and mothers. On the 26th of last month, over 
5000 of the people of Marion county gathered thus to honor an 
aged father there on his 102d birthday; and in the week before, a 
large concourse of the people of Hamilton county assembled at 
the residence of the oldest woman in the county, the mother of 
Gen. S. F. Carey, in honor of her 95th birthday. Such testimonials 
are signs of the advance of our Christian civilization along the 
path of nations, pointed by the Almighty Father and illumined by 
the light of His law. 

It is one of those wonderful and resistless proofs of our im- 
mortality which we bear in our bosoms, that we can call up from 
the realms of the past the spirits of the mighty dead, who went 
from the visible earth hundreds or thousands of years ago, and 
enter into communion with them. We can receive into our minds 
their thoughts, and into our souls their emotions, as though they 
were personally present and in converse with us. This we do by 
no wizzard wand, by no art of divination, but by the simple magic 
of the printed page. Thus, let us here call up the great Roman 
orator and philosopher, Cicero, and inquire his views of Old Age. 
Among the classic text books of my alma-mater, I recall those 
delightful works of Cicero, JDe Amicitia, and De jSenectute, written 
near the close of his life, in which he sets forth the charms and 
duties of friendship and old age. If I brought a wreath of 
roses to lay at the feet of our friend, or a circlet of diamonds for 
his head, it would not be so appropriate an offering for this occa- 
sion as the few excerpts which I will here read from these works. 

(Mr. Stewart then read a number of extracts, commenting upon 
them, concluding with Cicero's view of the next life, and said:) 

Yet in all this, Cicero has nothing to say of meeting the gods 
and the joy of their eternal presence. His grandest conception of 


Heaven is in the restoration of departed friends and in the society 
of the great and good of all ages. He never conceived the thought 
in all his religious aspirations and philosophic researches, of ap- 
proaching the throne of Jupiter with the delight of a child meeting 
its parent. 

Of all the religions of earth, Christianity alone has brought to 
us the true secret of eternal and infinite happiness, in the relation 
of God as the Divine Father of all. 

While the creed tests of warring sects, and the religious follies 
of human fabric, are held up, punctured and exploded by the 
searching intelligence of the age, this grand doctrine of the father- 
hood of God and the childhood before him of all his human family, 
was never so broadly believed and so firmly fixed in the minds and 
hearts of the American people, as now; and the faith of the whole 
world is rapidly resting down upon it, as the universal basis of 
good society and government. 

The Declaration of Independence and our state constitution 
proclaim God as the creator of all men and the author of human 
rights, but they go no higher. Christianity exalts us to the higher 
plane, where it reveals God not only as the Creator and Supreme 
Ruler of all, but as tlie Divine Father, holding constant communion 
with all his children on earth, and reaching out his arms to them 
with an eternal welcome. Up that incline of years, rising in the 
development of his mental, moral and spiritual nature, goes the 
aged child, old of earth, young for Heaven, to the bosom of the 
Divine Father, with the song of rapture on his lips as he passes 
the gates of immortality, "Nearer My God to Thee, Nearer to 


To Martin Kellogg on His One Hundredth Birthday. 


No common greetings bring we here to-day 
No formal words, nor haughty nods are ours; 

But flowing freely from our hearts, we pay 
Our willing homage— strew our fairest flowers. 

This is no war-like conquerer, whom we see, 
And seeing haste to follow in his train; 

He hath not sought for fame on land or sea, 
Nor boasts his thousands— nor his hundreds— slain. 

But his hath been a quiet life of peace, 
His triumphs have from war been far apart; 

And through the years he's seen his joys increase, — 
Those joys from faithful service done which start. 

We grasp the hand our aged friend extends, 
We note how well, despite his hundred years, 

His frame its vigor holds; and, as he bends 
His honest gaze on us, our hearts it cheers! 

Hail! Venerable friend! Thrice hail to thee! 

Well hast thou borne thy part on life's broad stage! 
What wonders hath't been given thine eyes to see! 

What themes hast witnessed writ on History's page! 

The verdant hills looked down upon thy birth 
In old Vermont,— a hundred years ago! 

Thou wast the fairest babe in ail the earth;— 
Thy sainted mother would have told us sol 

The mem'ries of that dear New England home 
Are still among the choicest of thy heart; 

For all the ravages of time, which come 
With stealthy tread to tear from us apart 

The scenes, the words, the friends, we hold most dear, 
Have failed to wre3t from thy unclouded brain 

The old Green Mountain farm house! and the clear 
Cut sight of those who long at rest have lain. 

And now, we see thee grown to stalwart man, 

Who sturdily the wilderness essays, 
A pioneer who marches in the van, 

And works the wondrous change the world surveys! 

Gone are the sylvan monarchs which thou saw; 

The timid fawn frequents no more yon glen; 
The red men here no longer overawe; 

And beasts of prey here make no more their den. 

Thy trusty, keen-edged axe and sinewy' arms 
Have helped to lay the pristine forests low; 

Transforming hill and vale to fruitful farms, 
With peace and swarming plenty all aglow. 

Thus hast thou borne, a century, thyfpart, 
And manfully wrought^out allotted' toil; 

That title earning which delights thy heart,— 
An honest, noble tiller.of the soil! 

What more could ask, than hath been thine? we say- 
Friends, children, home, long life, esteem of all; 

Then calmly reach the close of life's long day, 
And wait with joy thy Heavenly Father's call. 



To Martin Kellogg, Esq., on the completion of his one hun- 
dredth birthday, and in commemoration of his having been a 
brave pioneer of the West, a fearless anti-slavery man, a zealous 
promoter of education, a staunch Universalist, and a model 
American citizen. 

A hundred years! wondrous sight! 
Make all the glad bells ring; 
'Tis our hero's coronation day 
For the Century crowns him King. 

A hundred years! Ah! what a song! 
Could we the story tell 
Of battles fought, of nations born 
And empires that rose and fell. 

The mighty West was a land unknown— 

The red man and the deer 

Fell. slowly back before the steps 

Of the sturdy pioneer. 

The trackless forests on hill and plain, 
Defying his desire, 

Fell 'neath the stroke of his glittering axe, 
Consumed by his fire. 

The railroad and the telegraph, 

The 'phone, the printing press, 

Were things unknown when our hero lay 

Wrapped in his swaddling dress; 

Out of his cradle bur warrior sprang 
Into the battle of life; 
For justice and the rights of man, 
He waged a ceaseless strife; 

Ever before the eyes of Youth, 
With lighted torch in hand, 
He open held the beautiful doors 
Of Wisdom's temple, grand. 

lie sought to fill the world with the light 
That cometh from above, 
To show mankind, that the infinite God, 
Is father of infinite Love. 

As do the lofty mountain heights, 
Capped with eternal snow, 
Send countless blessings down 
On smiling vales below, 

So hast thou stood, through the long years, 
Times signet on thy brow, 
Giving to all, thy choicest gifts; 
Prophet and Teacher thou. 

A hundred years! grand old man 
We hail thee, Hero, Sage; 
A wonder and a blessing still, 
To this most wondcrous age. 

* «*** 


The following communication from L. A. Hine, Esq., of Cin- 
cinnati, was read at Martin Kellogg's Centennial Anniversary, 
September 21, 1886, by Mr. S. F. Newman, of Norwalk: 

To the Committee and Members of the Firelands Historical 
Society : 

You do well in celebrating the Centennial Anniversary of our 
good old friend, Martin Kellogg. Of all the prizes of life, he has 
drawn the richest and the noblest,— a hearty, happy, and most 
venerable old age. He has lived an hundred years, and has the 
prospect of years to come, which we sincerely hope he may en- 
joy. Such a life is glorious above all other glory, and deserving 
of the highest honor. 

Ten years ago we celebrated the Centennial of our Continen- 
tal Republic, and to-day we celebrate the Centennial of a Man — 
man who is more than a nation, which is but a form of his device 
for mutual protection and convenience. Man was not made for 
the nation, but the nation for man; and with the gathered wis- 
dom of an hundred years, our hero will, doubtless, applaud the 
sentiment — perish the nation tchose policy is not, first of all, the ele- 
vation and happiness of every class of its population. 

Our venerable friend was two years old when the elements of 
a chaotic confederacy were constituted into a strong nationality 
under a constitution that has proved adequate for any external 
conflict and for crushing the most gigantic rebellion that ever 
threatened national disruption. 

He had taken his place in the popular sovereignty of his 
country before Fulton made his crude experiments in steam navi- 
gation; and thirty years of age when the first whistle was heard on 
our rivers, two years before it found an echo on the bosom of Lake 


He had reached nearly half a century of life before the firs 
locomotive brought the land, as well as the waters, under the em- 
pire of steam. 

Wonderful the progress of the world in every department of 
industrial and material life which he has witnessed ! A single 
man with horses and reaper and binder now does the harvest work 
of a dozen men when he was young. Steam power has been so 
generally applied by inventive genius to human work that a few en- 
gines now perform the labor of an hundred millions of men when 
he was a boy ! Then few could travel because the means and rate 
of travel were uninviting and too expensive, while now, he sees 
the whole world traveling in palaces that plow the deep against 
wind and tide, and in parlor cars across the continent, at the speed 
of the swiftest bird. 

But what of a very different kind of progress ? Can he look 
back to the moral state of society in his native New England 
during his youth and early manhood, and, comparing it with that 
of the present, joyfully exclaim, "Now lettest thou thy servant de- 
part in peace for mine eyes have seen thy salvation ? " Does he 
find more honesty, more neighborly kindness, more brotherly love 
now than when he was young ? Alas, I fear not, for less than an 
hundred years ago one could travel with his fortune in an unlocked 
chest, exposed out-doors and over night unguarded, without 
thought of losing a dollar. So testifies Chief Justice Taney of 
1 701 when he went to college, carrying and exposing, in this man- 
ner, silver coin for a year's expenses. 

But let us not dwell on dismal facts while rejoicing in the 
splendid tribute to the moral and physical vigor of humanity made 
by the hero of this occasion. It is a tribute of virtue, for no corrupt 
or dishonest man ever lived an hundred years. It is a tribute of 
nervous equilibrium and mental serenity, for no one with nervous 
delicacy and perturbation of mind ever reached a century of life. 
It is a tribute of labor and contentment with what labor brings, 
for no one not sufficiently laborious to insure an appetite that 
luxuriates in beef, pork, potatoes and corn-bread, and a digestion 
that never reminds one of any infirmity in the process, and who 
is not contented with a little and an inexpensive simplicity of 
life, ever met the salutation of his neighbors in commemorating 
his centennial anniversary. 

And here let me give an anecdote of our hero of an hundred 


years which I have not told in your vicinity: "When I was a 
tramping advocate of Land Reform — which the people now 
wish had been carried into effect long ago — and when he was sev- 
enty years of age, I enjoyed the hospitality of his house. I found 
him doing his chores, catting his fire-wood for the day, and eating 
his breakfast before daylight, that he might be in the woods witli 
his axe in the earliest morn. At night I found him doing his 
^chores and eating supper after dark, then making brooms till nine 
o'clock, and, after reading an hour or two, retiring to his bed. I 
said to him: 'At your time of life do you not get very tired at 
such hard work for so many hours per day ? He replied: 'I 
sometimes feel a little tired while chopping on a large oak, but 
then I think what a good time I'll have reading after nine o'clock 
at night, and I " whale " into it for the day. " 

An hundred years are generally the outcome of such a life. 
It hardens the constitution for enduring all changes of climate, all 
shocks of fortune, all strokes of affliction, preserving from disease 
and even defying the contagion. I have watched the reports for 
many years and found that all centenarians hav^ come from the 
poor or the simple, livers in the middle classes; or if perchance, 
there was one from the ranks of the rich, the learned or fashion- 
able, he or she was found to have come up from these so called 
lower classes. The revelations of the census returns are not, 
therefore, astonishing to me. 

The report of 1880 furnishes the figures for the following ta- 
ble of venerable citizens of 80 and upward. 


Males, 63, 856; Females, 78,346. 4 Males to 5 Females. 


Males, 21,434; Females, 23,498. 10 Males to 11 Females. 


Males, 14,174; Females, 19,768. 3 Males to 4 Females. 

The following gives the population of these classes with the 
proportion of old people. 


Males, 18,609,235; Females, 18,234,026. 
Proportion, 1 to 291 Males; 1 to 233 Females. 


Males, 3,521,635; Females, 3,038,044. 
Proportion, 1 to 164 Males; 1 to 129 Females. 


Males, 3,387,920: Females, 3,364.893. 
Proportion, 1 to 232 Males; 1 to 170 Females. 


The number of old people in these classes is more clearly 
seen in the following figures: 

Native Whites, both sexes, 1 to 252 people. 
Foreign born, both sexes, 1 to 146 people. 
Colored People, both sexes, 1 to 199 people. 

Thus there were* in the United States in 1880, 41 per cent, 
more of old people among those of foreign birth than among 
the native whites, and 21 per cent, more of colored veterans. 

The ladies will observe that in longevity they have greatly the 
advantage of the masculine gender, in spite of their too much in 
door life, which Plato says, " is a life of darkness and fear. " This 
is partly due to the greater exposure of men to fatal accidents, but 
more, I fear, to their debaucheries. 

But let us all give heed to the great superiority of the foreign 
born and even the colored people, over the better educated, the 
richer and more genteel native whites in respect to health and long 
life, — the greatest of all earthly blessings ! The reason can only 
be found in the force of circumstances compelling the classes that 
live the longest to more thoroughly conform to the conditions of 
health and physical vigor. 

What is our culture worth if it shortens our lives ? Of what 
value is wealth, ease and fashionable dumb show if they increase 
our diseases, infirmities and wretchedness. Be ashamed of your- 
selves, ye people of vanity, aristocratic pride, soul-benumbing os. 
tentation, and stupid ignorance of what should, firsc of all, be 

But perhaps I am saying too much. I will only add that the 
number of native whites in the United States who reach the age of 
our venerable friend is about one to thirty thousand of the people. 
Thirty thousand have gone to the grave while he alone has sur- 

Adieu for the present my dear old friend and may the 
Muses and the Graces still attend you for many years of life; — 
life which so many fill with troubles and then blaspheme this good 
and beautiful world by calling it " a vale of tears. " 

Respectfully, L. A. Hine. 


An Address Delivered at the Centennial Celebration 
of Martin Kellogg's Birthday on Tuesday, Sep- 
tember 21stj 1886, at the Kellogg Home- 
stead in Bronson, Ohio. 


We have met to-day to congratulate our venerable friend, Mr. 
Martin Kellogg, upon the happy event of having reached his one 
hundredth birthday. The event which we commemorate is a re- 
markable one. In the present age, a human life stretching over an 
entire century is- a rare occurrence. While it is probably true that 
human life has been lengthening a little during the present century, 
its usual extreme limit is now about where the author of the 90th 
Psalm said it was in his day, — "three score and ten years." Biblical 
critics tell us that this Psalm was written by Moses. If that is so, 
we find that the duration of human life, sixteen hundred years 
before the Christian era, was about the same as now. The con- 
tinuance of human life much beyond this period, in modern times, 
has been very exceptional. It is true that history records instances 
of remarkably long life, some reaching one hundred and thirty-seven 
years and over, some one hundred and fifty years and more, and 
one reaching to the extreme age of one hundred and eighty-five 
years; but each of these instances is the rare exception to the 
average of man's stay here. It may be said, moreover, that the in- 
stances which history mentions of men and women living much 


beyond one hundred years are not well authenticated. These in- 
stances, recently have been subjected to thorough scrutiny and in- 
vestigation, and very competent authority now asserts that very 
few, if any, can be shown where human life has extended beyond 
one hundred and ten years. 

Indeed, the most recent mortality tables show that out of one 
hundred thousand persons, usually, three only reach the age of 95 
years, and the three survivors generally die before reaching one 
hundred years. Even the case of Old Thomas Parr, who is said 
to have lived one hundred and fifty-two years, and whose body 
was dissected by the eminent Dr. Harvey, is said to rest mainly, if 
not entirely, on hearsay evidence; and the opinion of competent 
investigators now is that he was not so old a boy, after all, by a 
oreat many years, at the time of his death, as has been generally 

No question can be raised, however, as to the age of our es- 
teemed and venerable friend. He knows when and where he was 
born. He was there when it happened, and has always recollected 
about it. He has had occasion to tell about it years ago, as well as 
recently, and we have a record of it in the u Firelands' Pioneer." 
In fact, the large circle of Mr. Kellogg's immediate friends and 
acquaintances have had knowledge of his age for many years, and 
as year after year has been added to his lengthened life it has been 
noted, talked about and it has become thoroughly known to them 
all, just how long his journey has been; and it has been a matter of 
pride and pleasure to see him continue among them a hale, robust 
and vigorous man. To-day he looks back over the stretch of one 
hundred years. Such a privilege is accorded to very few men; is 
an event which deserves to be celebrated, and justifies this large 
assembly of friends and neighbors from near and far gathered to 
congratulate the Centennarian, and wish him many happy re- 
turns of the day. 

Mr. Kellogg was born one hundred years ago to-day, in the 
little town of Bethel, Windsor county, Vermont. He lived there 
till June 17, 1815, when, in his 29th year, he started on his journey 
to the Firelands, where he expected to settle and make his home. 
He had then a family of wife and two or three children, all of them 
accompanying him upon a journey which in those days required 
almost as much time to make as it now does to go around the 
earth; a journey beset, most of the way, w r ith difficulties and dangers 


of such an appalling character as to deter all but the most courage- 
ous and stout-hearted from undertaking it. Mr. Kellogg reached 
the mouth of Huron river, or rather Mr. Avery's farm, a few miles 
above the mouth of the river, on the 30th of July of the same year. 
The time consumed in making this journey was forty-four days. 
From this, however, should be deducted a week, during which the 
family were delayed at Granville, New York. This delay was 
occasioned by the birth of a daughter there, to the brave emigrants. 
This event stopped their march to their new home only six days. 

Mr. Kellogg located the next year, on the 17th of June, just 
one year from the day of leaving his old home in Vermont, on the 
farm in Bronson township, where he has since lived. Here on the 
spot where we are now assembled, our venerable friend has lived 
continuously for seventy years. For this long period, this has been 
his home without intermission. The instances are rare indeed, 
where one has made his home in one spot for so long a period. 
The farm on which he then settled was a dense forest. This was 
then true of the entire territory comprising the Firelands, with the 
exception of an occasional small clearing here and there, at long- 
intervals, in some of the townships. In Bronson township, how- 
ever, where Mr. Kellogg then located, there was but one actual 
settler, when Mr. Kellogg came here — that was Mr. Newcomb, who 
had preceded him about one year. Mr. Kellogg was the second 
settler in this township, and has long survived the first, and very 
many others who came years after him. 

Only three years before Mr. Kellogg was born, our country 
had emerged from the long, disastrous and exhausting war of the 
American Revolution — thirteen Colonies held loosely together by 
the Articles of the Confederation. During the first three years of 
his life those important measures were adopted which resulted in 
a more perfect and enduring Union of the States under the Con- 
stitution. During the fourth year of his life, on the 30th of April, 
1789, General Washington was inaugurated the first President of 
the United States. Thus Mr. Kellogg has been a citizen of the 
United States from the formation of its government, and has lived 
under the administrations of the twenty-two Presidents who have 
conducted its affairs. 

During his infancy our Nation was composed of thirteen States, 
lying along and near the Atlantic seaboard, embracing a settled 
area of about two hundred and forty thousand square miles, having 


an average breadth of settlement, away from the coast of about two 
hundred and fifty-live miles, and a total area of eight hundred and 
twenty-eight thousand square miles, with a population, white and 
black, of about three millions, five hundred thousand. The aggre- 
gate wealth of that period it is difficult to state with any degree of 
accuracy, as statistics on that subject were not taken by the gov- 
ernment until the census of 1850; but it is believed that three hun- 
dred and fifty millions of dollars is a fair estimate of the wealth of 
the country at that day. These figures, surely, are ' not to be 
despised, but it was comparatively "the day of small things." We 
then had no foreign commerce, or very little indeed, and no man- 
ufacturing industries of importance. Our people were almost 
wholly agricultural. But as year after year was added to the life 
of our friend, so was added, year after year, to our area, population, 
industries and wealth, so that now, from a Nation of thirteen 
states, stretching along the Atlantic coast, with the limited area 
already mentioned, we have expanded, on this, his one hundredth 
birthday, to the magnificent proportions of thirty-eight states, with 
territories enough to make ten or fifteen more; with a settled area 
of one million six hundred thousand square miles, and a total 
domain, of states and territories, of more than three millions six 
hundred thousand square miles, stretching from the Atlantic to the 
Pacific, east and west, and from the British possessions to the-Gulf 
of Mexico, north and south; with a busy and prosperous population 
of more than fifty -five millions; with industries of almost infinite 
variety, and with an aggregate wealth in real and personal property, 
reaching to the enormous sum of more than forty-four billions of 
dollars. These figures almost startle one — and the wonder increases 
when we reflect that all this has happened within the period of 
one man's life time, and is the product of a Nation struggling 
through a seven years' bloody war, emerging from it with all its 
private and public resources exhausted; poor and burdened with 
debt, and rich in nothing but its patriotism, virtue, industry, intel- 
ligence, skill and indomitable courage and perseverance. History 
shows no record of growth in material prosperity at all approach- 
ing this. In 1880 the United States, in the value of its property, 
had overtaken and passed Great Britian, till then the richest Nation 
on the globe. Our aggregate valuation that year exceeded that of 
Great Britian by over one hundred and eighty millions of dollars. 
In the last half of Mr. Kellogg's life time, the facilities for 


rapid transit have been so increased and perfected that the journey 
which he made seventy years ago from Bethel, Vermont, to the 
Huron river, — and which doubtless he made as rapidly as he could, 
in about thirty-seven days, — can now be made in less than that 
many hours, and that, too, with ease, comfort and pleasure, while 
the traveler takes his meals and goes to bed in the very convey- 
ance which brings him on his way. 

The facilities for international communication have so in- 
creased during the last half of his life time, that one may leave 
New York to-day and steam around the world in almost the time it 
took Mr. Kellogg to reach his new home on the Firelands, after 
leaving his old one in Vermont, in June, 1815. Steam locomotion 
has done all this, and what other wonders it will do before our 
friend shall depart from us, it is not safe to predict. 

And now, in his very last years, electricity has come forward 
and taught us how, instantly, to communicate our thoughts and 
wishes to the most distant places of the earth, how to converse as 
easily with friends a thousand miles away from us as if they were 
sitting by our side, and how, by simply passing it through carbon 
points, to give us light at night almost as bright as the sun does by 
day — and promising in the near future to crowd steam off cars and 
ships, and out of shops and factories, and take its place as the uni- 
versal motive power in all industries where steam is now used. 

One of the pleasures of old age is a retrospect of the past — 
tracing one's own, his friends' and his country's history during the 
years he has lived — and, certainly, our esteemed friend has abundant 
material for a pleasant and instructive retrospect. If it concerns 
himself personally, he can trace a virtuous, blameless, industrious, 
studious, useful and prosperous life, blessed by a kind Providence 
with uninterrupted health and vigor, living in a community for the 
long period of seventy years, where he has been universally re- 
spected, honored and loved. The beautiful sentiment of Tully in 
his Essay on Old Age is applicable to our honored friend — "The 
fittest arms of old age are the attainment and practice of the virtues, 
which, if cultivated at every period of life, produce wonderful 
fruit, when you have lived to a great age; not only inasmuch as 
they never fail, not even in the last period of life, but also because 
the consciousness of a life well spent, and the recollection of many 
virtuous actions is most delightful." 

If our friend takes in retrospect the history of this country 
during the long period he has lived — its political progress, terri- 
torial aggrandizement, material prosperity, industrial development 
and its moral and religious advancement, he can but find abundant 
sources of pleasure, instruction and profit with which to occupy 
the leisure hours of his declining years. 

And now, in common with you all, I congratulate our esteemed 
and venerable friend on this auspicious daj, and, with you all, wish 
that he may remain and spend with us yet many happy years. 


An Address delivered at the Centennial Celebration 
of Martin Kellogg's Birthday on Tuesday, Sep- 
tember 21st 5 1886, at the Kellogg Home- 
stead in Bronson, Ohio. 


As astronomers, appalled by the magnitude of the distance 
from star to star, cease to speak of miles, and tell instead how 
many years it will take to fly from Polaris or the Pleiades to our 
system, so, while we measure a man's life by j^ears, we measure 
the great world-eras by another scale, and say that this is the 
nineteenth century. 

But here is a man whose life is measured by one of these 
world units ! Here is a life whose flame has been kept burning for 
a round hundred years ! A life which reaches back to the days 
when Washington was in his prime. Less than seven such lives 
span the distance between us and the time of King John and 
Magna Charta; eleven ot them carry us back to King Egbert, 
Charlemagne and Haroun al Raschid, mighty historv-makers of a 
historic time; and nineteen of them reach the days of the first 
( 'a'sars and the wondrous Preacher of Palestine. 

This last century of the world's life, has been pne of marvelous 
activity, and as half a year of Europe, with its intelligent prog- 
ress, is better than a cycle of Cathay, so it is a grander privilege 
to have lived from the eighteenth century over into the last quarter 


of the nineteenth, than to have lived through an ordinary mil- 
leniura of the world's history. 

We rarely appreciate the value of that which is close to us; 
and we shall not over estimate the importance of the time in which 
we live. 

Says Mrs. Browning's Aurora Leigh: 

" Every age, 
Thro' being beheld too close, is ill discerned, 
By those who have not lived past it. We'll suppose 
Mount Athos carved, as Persian Xerxes schemed, 
To some colossal statue of a man; 
The peasants, gathering brushwood in his ear, 
Had guessed as little of any human form 
Up there, as would a flock of browsing goats. 
They'd have, in fact, to travel ten miles off, 
Or ere the giant image broke on them, 
Full human profile, nose ami chin distinct, 
Mouth muttering rythms of silence up the sky, 
And fed at evening with the blood of suns; 
Grand torso— hand, that flung perpetually 
The largesse of a silver river down 
To all the country pastures. 'Tis even thus 
With times Ave live in — evermore too great 
To be apprehended near. " 

A writer in a foreign review, with clear vision, thus recogni- 
zes the real grandeur of our age: 

"If the sense of wonder in civilized man has not been wholly 
destroyed, we cannot doubt that this age in which we live will be 
looked back upon by our children's children as more replete with 
wonders than any which the world's history has hitherto re- 
corded. " 

But despite the marvelous events of the century, we 
can derive no high satisfaction from their contemplation, unless a 
critical study of them leads to the conclusion that they have made 
the world a wiser and better one at the end of the century than at 
its beginning. « 

The upward evolution of humanity thro' the ages, if it can be 
proved, is to my mind one of the surest evidences of the benih- 
cence of God. The sorrows and sins of the world, without some 
such token of divine goodness, might otherwise cause the saddest 

What has the century wrought ? 

Has it wrought anything of lasting worth? Has there been a 
progress? Has the change which we have noticed been like the 
changing surface of the sea, which tosses its turbulent waves into 
ever varying forms, but keeps its boundaries substantially un- 


changed from age to age; or has it been like the onward march of 
a glacier, chiseling its own roadway across a continent? 

If we look only at those inventions and discoveries which have 
conduced to the material comfort of men, we shall unhesitatingly 
answer that our condition is a long advance beyond that of our 
fathers. Let me borrow for a moment the eloquent words of 
another, looking not back so far as the birthday of the aged man 
whom we to-day delight to honor, but glancing over some of the 
changes of the nineteenth century: 

"The man born with this century, has been an eye witness to 
the sublimest achievements of the race. When seven years old he 
might have seen Fulton's steamboat on its trial trip up the Hudson. 
Until twenty years of age he could not have found in all this world 
an iron plow. At thirty he might have traveled on the first railway 
passenger train. Fifty years later the world had 225,000 miles of 
railway. For thirty-three years of his life he had to rely on the 
tinder-box and flint for fire. He was thirty-eight when steam com- 
munication between Europe and America was established. He was 
at life's meridian, forty-four, when the first telegraph dispatch was 
sent. Thirty-six years later the world had 604,000 miles of tele- 
graph lines. He was seventy years of age before electricity dis- 
pelled the darkness of the city, or bore the human voice through 
the telephone." 

All these material improvements have been seen by the man of 
the nineteenth century; and we realize that there are other changes 
and many of them which must be remembered by the man whose 
boyhood was lived in the eighteenth. 

But it is a recital of material changes only which I have quoted, 
and if the world can show nothing better, it is not yet time to 

It behooves us to remember that the days of the Roman Empire 
were replete with physical comforts and luxuries undreamed of in 
the earlier times of republican simplicity; but with the growth of 
luxury grew also vice and crime, until the nation, weakened by 
selfish indulgence, fell an easy prey to a hardier, freer, ruder, but 
better race of men. 

Reading such lessons, written in the history of nations, Byron 
gloomily wrote: 

"Jlcre is the moral of all human tales; 
"lis but the same rehearsal of the past. 
First freedom and then glory; when that fails, 
Wealth, vice, corruption; barbarism at last, 
And history, with all her volumes vast, 
Hath but one page." 


Warned by such example and such words not to felicitate our- 
selves too hastily upon the seeming amelioration of man's condition 
during the ceutury, let us study the changes which have been 
wrought, and cautiously say what they signify. 

Let us group into classes the almost innumerable facts which 
characterize the age in which we live. The hand of time, working 
ceaselessly for a hundred years, if guided by divine intelligence, 
ought not only to bring bodily comforts to man, to give him better 
roads and houses, better food and clothes, but to mould and develop 
man himself, in body, mind and soul. While our eyes have been 
upon the weaving of the garment, has the living being who is to 
wear it when woven, increased in stature and strength? 

Have we been blind to a growth of real importance, while we 
have rejoiced and glorified* our age over a building up of externals? 

The nineteenth century, like the Theban Sphinx, propounds to 
us the riddle for our solution. 

Man seems to be a physical, mental and moral trinity, and in 
his physical, mental and moral attributes, we may with wisdom 
search for changes wrought by time, and determine their value. 

Beginning with the lowest of the three, and comparing the 
physical man of the nineteenth century with the one of the eight- 
eenth, our question whether man has gained or lost, is echoed 
back to us by those who cling regretfully to the past, and believe 
in the "good old times" rather than in better new ones. 

Have the luxuries of the age and its indoor life added to man's 
health and strength? Were not the pioneer days, with their sim- 
ple food and steady toil, productive of better lungs and stronger 

A hasty answer to the last query will be an affirmative one; 
but all eighteenth century life was not an out-of door existence, 
with pure air, invigorating exercise and wholesome food. City 
and town had their denizens as well as farm and forest. There 
were brain-toilers as well as hand-workers then as now. A solution 
of the sphinx riddle will not be found if we make not a wider study 
than of our own narrow land. It is a world problem, and so under- 
standing it, and studying by the light of statistical research, a 
gladder response comes to our questioning, and, I trust, a truer one. 
The improved surgical and medical skill, better methods of venti- 
lation, wiser hygiene, more thorough drainage, and greater physio- 
logical knowledge, are all adding to the average duration of human 


life, until I am told that the Carlisle tables of mortality, on which 
life insurance companies have based their expectancies of results, 
are at fault, and need to be corrected to conform to the longer 
lives of nineteenth century men and women. 

The more wealthy and highly civilized a nation becomes, the 
longer do its people live, until the average annual mortality is said 
to be only two and one-half per cent, of the population of England, 
while it reaches three and one-half per cent, in ruder and semi- 
barbarian Russia. 

Peradventure, in a still wiser age, our children will not marvel 
when a man survives the weathers of a century, and it shall no 
longer be said, "The days of our years are three score years and 
ten," but the prophecy of Isaiah may find fulfillment: "There shall 
be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not 
filled his days; for the child shall die a hundred years old." 

Mind, in a well organized man, out ranks and rules body. 
Mind is the noble, .body plebeian. Mind is man, body animal. 
When therefore, we question the age a second time, and ask 
whether the brain-toiling nineteenth century has developed mind 
as well as body, it is with pride and joy that we hear the answer, 
voiced back to us in a hundred affirmatives, without one mis- 

Surely it is an age of intellectual progress. Never from the 
foundation of the world and the creation of man has there been a 
day of such general enlightenment as this, and tomorrow will bring 
new rays. 

It is a time of practical intelligence. The scholars of the 
eighteenth century cherished the classics of the ancients, and 
clung to Latin and Greek; but I err if we do not utilize the dead 
languages more in the enrichment and construction of our own 
living one, while we may read them less. 

In sculpture and painting and architecture, the artists of to-day 
assuredly excel those of the last century, and it may well be doubted 
whether, if we remove from our eyes the glamour caused by rev- 
erence for antiquity, we shall not recognize in Europe and America 
more than one living peer of the Athenian Phidias and the Italian 
Angel o. 

The age is marked, however, not so much by growth in art as 
in the sciences of nature. 

The practical uses of the giant forces of the universe have con- 


verted man's masters into his obedient slaves, making the century 
first an age of steam; and now, as electricity plays in man's hands, 
obeying his will, a very age of lightning. 

There are a thousand Jupiters, handling thunder bolts, in this 
Olympian nineteenth century! 

Amazed at the miraculous power of his own divine intellect, 
which has harnessed steam to the wheels of his factories, and 
lighted his lamps by the lightning, it would almost seem as if man 
might without temerity begin to dream of subjugating the tornado, 
the earthquake and the volcano to his uses! 

The nineteenth century astronomer measures the distance from 
star to star; he places Saturn and Uranus in his scales and weighs 
them; he takes Sirius and Arcturusin to his laboratory and analyzes 
their substance; so much iron, so much sodium, so much magnesium. 
He turns a camera toward the sky, and photographs unnamed stars, 
so distant that the telescope cannot find them. 

The nineteenth century geographer points out to the one of the 
eighteenth, the sources of the Nile, and converts a "Great American 
Desert" into a land of marvelous fertility. 

The historian of the nineteenth century studies peoples and 
races instead of dynasties, and bringing philosophical research to 
his aid, learns more of ancient Greece than Herodotus knew, and 
more of ancient Rome than Livy did. 

The scientist of to-day discovers new sciences. The ethnolo- 
gist studies and compares the races of men, and the philologist 
their languages, teaching us our cousinship to the ancient Sanskrit 
writers of India, whose ancestors dwelt in mid Asia, in the same 
hovels with our own. 

Our fathers of the eighteenth century were farmers, but even 
in the' tillage of the soil we could give them lessons, taught by the 
science of these latter days, and to better skill we have added better 
implements of husbandry. 

The wizard of the century has touched with his magic wand 
the sickle and the flail, and transformed them into the reaper and 
the thresher, with horse and steam for motors. 

War was the trade of the ancients, but even in this chosen 
held of the centuries gone, the inventive genius of our own has 
found resources before undreamed of. Ships, clad with iron a foot 
thick; Krupp cannon, sixty tons in weight, hurling projectiles of 
cast steel or chilled iron by the half ton miles through the air; 


Gatling guns, firing thirteen hundred balls a minute; a signal ser- 
vice, speaking a language whose words are flags; reconnoissances 
by balloons from the clouds; these are the modern arts and ap- 
pliances of war, by which an American gunboat could sink a Roman 
navy, and a modern regiment put to rout a Macedonian phalanx or 
a Roman legion. 

If the man of this living century is fertile in warlike resources, 
he is richer still in the appliances of peace. Teeming patent offices 
tell the story of teeming brains and patient hearts. 

I have no time for the most meager catalogue of the myriad 
inventions by which toil is lightened and the productive power of 
human labor increased. 

Every town — every hamlet — has its inventor whose intellect is 
bearing hard night and day on the problem how to better the con- 
dition of the race. Greece had but one Archimedes; America has 
ten thousand. 

This marvelous intellect of the century has found its nurture 
in the freedom of thinking permitted by modern law. The pulpit, 
the forum and the press have no censorship, and the mind is be- 
coming less burdened by conventional customs, habits and fashions 
of thought, the almost worn out garb of centuries past. 

Has not CEdipus read for us two lines of the sphinx riddle? 
The third line, which is the last, is harder of solution. 

The .two fractions of the trinity man, body and mind, may have 
thriven and grown in this hundred-paged chapter of his life; but if 
his soul has not thriven and grown as well, we may sadly,despairingly 
throw down the book we are reading, and say that the author designs 
the story for a tragedy, despite all our fond hopes of a happy 

What says the riddle reader? Is the nineteenth century to be 
the breeder of a brood of long-lived, bright-minded but soulless 
men, or is it to be the cherishing mother of a nobler race to come? 

Is our age a round in a ladder pointed heavenward, or is it a 
slippery stair in a gloomy descent to the ruin of a race? 

What has the century wrought in the way of moral develop- 
ment? What says the riddle reader? 

The hasty reader emphasizes the crimes and vices of the day; 
the fierce struggles between capital and labor; the lawless harangues 
of anarchists inciting to riot and murder; the outrages by dyna- 
miters, imperiling lives and property; the heartlessness of the rich 


and the wretchedness of the poor; the disproportionate increase of 
city population with all its vicious elements; the growing consump- 
tion of malt drink, and a thousand more ills, real or apparent; and, 
so reading, renders a hasty verdict, convicting the age. 

But (Edipus, the riddle expounder, takes the book, and reads 
between the lines: 

Society is no more vicious than a century ago, and crimes are 
not so numerous; but hundred-eyed Argus has been re-born in a 
daily press, and discloses crime and vice where a hundred years 
ago it lurked unseen. There are more philanthropists among the 
rich, and more alms-houses and hospitals to relieve the miseries of 
the poor, now than then. The riots of St. Louis and Chicago are 
not comparable in extent and destructive violence to the kindred 
riots of Roman times, or to that great one, wherein, a century ago, 
a mob of sixty thousand turbulent men carred fire, devastation and 
murder through the streets of London. If there are men who 
handle dynamite, it is only because they know its power. The Guy 
Fawkes of another age would have used it in his mad endeavor to 
blow up the house of parliament, if the inventive mind of the nine- 
teenth century had been his. True, cities are growing faster than 
farms, and the vicious elements of society there congregate; but 
there also are the drilled police forces and associations of detec- 
tives organized as never before; true, in our own land there is an 
increased consumption of malt drink; but to our shores, through 
all the century, have been migrating the people of central Europe, 
to whom malt liquors are a daily beverage. Even among these 
comers to our hospitable land, the teachings of abstainers are taking 
root, and among native Americans the drink habit seems to be 
rapidly passing away. 

(Edipus reads on where the hasty reader laid down the book. 
Slavery, what of it? 

In the century past, a man could lawfully be robbed of his 
honest toil in sight of Plymouth Rock; a family could be separated 
at the auction block, and a husband sent to the tobacco plantations 
of Virginia, while his wife was dragged to the cotton fields of 

A moral sentiment, divinely but invisibly and silently sown in 
some philanthropic heart, grew in power and multiplied in other 
hearts, until the whole nation was its fruitful field. A war came, 
which, like an earthquake, shook the foundations of our govern. 


ment, and the captives were freed from their bondage. To-day 
every toiler except the convicted felon is entitled by law to the 
wages of his work. 

Another moral thought, by divine hand planted in some un- 
known brain joined to a tender heart, germinated, grew, bore fruit 
abundantly, and now there are bands of good men and better 
women in every civilized land, organized in an endeavor to destroy 
the drink habit. From small beginnings they have become a 
mightier power than Ave are apt to dream. Little by little they are 
leavening the opinion of the world, moulding the laws,, shaping 
the fashions of society, until the time is bright with promise that 
their dream of ultimate success will be realized. 

Although so armed for war and so apt in warlike arts, the man 
of the century, beginning to feel the softening influences of the 
gentle teachings published for him so long ago by the Preacher 
on the mount, studies to avoid war. By shrewd diplomacy, the 
modern statesman seeks an honorable peace, and resorts to every 
argument before unsheathing the sword. 

A verdict for fifteen millions of dollars, rendered in a court of 
nations, at Geneva, paid honorably and promptly without any 
threat of force, paid by one of the mightiest of the nations, is .a 
moral triumph and an evidence of moral progress, such as the 
world in all its chronicles never read before. 

In another century, pilgrims who had sought upon a bleak 
coast of Massachusetts, "freedom to worship God," themselves in- 
tolerant of dissenting opinion, banished Roger Williams, in mid- 
winter, into an inhospitable wilderness, because he dared to in- 
dulge in some originality of thought. To-day, Christian and Pagan, 
Jew and Gentile, enjoy the equal protection of the law. Thought 
is unshackled, and a man may freely wear or cast off his own 
opinions, instead of having a creed locked upon him while another 
man holds the key. 

Mercy, dropping "as the gentle rain from Heaven," has come 
to soften the rigors of the law in this nineteenth century, and as 
penalty for crime has become lighter, it has become surer. In 
Blackstone's c^ay the laws of England recognized one hundred and 
sixty offenses, punishable by death, and courts and juries grew 
technical in their reluctance to convict. 

In this imperfect catalogue of the salient facts of the century, 


touching the moral development of man, let not the momentous, if 
generally peacefully revolutions of Europe, elude our notice. 

A century ago the American colonies had freed themselves 
from British dominion. Britian herself already had a government 
in which the people through a house of parliament helped to make 
their laws. Inspired by such examples, during the present century, 
the people of continental Europe began to realize their power and 
right to govern themselves. There were mutterings of discontent, 
encroachments upon claimed kingly prerogatives, and now there 
are only two absolute despotisms left in Europe. Every other 
nation has its representative body drawn from the people, Availing 
in the throne with limitations which king or emperor cannot pass. 

Russia, the vast and the mighty, still permits her Czar to rule 
the seventy millions of his subjects with an iron scepter; but the 
hand which holds it trembles at the thought that the dynamite and 
the dagger of the nihilist are very near the throne; while, south 
of the Danube, the modern Greek, remembering the glories of his 
race, and imbued with an intelligent love of liberty, is rapidly arm- 
ing himself for the overthrow of the other European despot, the 
sultan of Turkey. 

Thus, if tediously, still very cursorily, I have glanced at a few 
indications of what I believe to be the moral no less than the phys- 
ical and intellectual work wrought by the century. 

Rendering all honor to the fathers who found a wilderness to 
clear away where we have found a garden to delight and enrich us, 
revering the memories of the men who nobly toiled for the substantial 
happiness of generations unborn, recognizing the sureness of the 
foundations laid by the pioneer builders, on whioh younger artisans 
are rearing the magnificent structure of the nineteenth century, let 
us still not detract from the merit of the work which the man 
whose birthday we commemorate, has seen wrought in these last 
years; and may we cherish an abiding faith that when the divine 
Architect and Builder shall have finished his edifice, in what year 
of the world we know not, it shall not be found lacking in perfect 
strength and symmetry, from loftiest turret to deepest foundation 


\Vritten for the Celebration of Martin Kellogg's One Hundredth 
Birthday, September 21, 1886 


It would be a strange neglect of a beautiful and approved 
custom of this society, if one whose head is now silvered with 
age, did not offer a few words at the annual gathering of this 
pioneer and historical organization, when called upon to do so. 

For many years past this society has held its annual sessions, 
at which time the members have paid tribute to the dead, and 
gathered facts that may have transpired, that will, in the future be 
of value historically. It has br-en a social reunion, a reunion of old 
friends and neighbors; what happy gatherings there must be when 
warm hearts meet, .and neighbors join in this fond holiday. 

But to-day we come to hold communion with one that has been 
on earth One Hundred Years. But few men reach that age at the 
present time. Old age marks the man at from 75 to 80 years; his 
life from that time is decidedly uncertain, and his expectancy is 
short. I knew Martin Kellogg over fifty years ago; he used mod- 
eration in every respect at all times, which is the best thing on 
earth to produce longevity. A certain mediocrity in a man's life 
reveals the great secret of reaching old age. All extremes must 
be avoided in order to prolong life. A certain degree of cultiva- 
tion of the intellectual organs as well as the physical system is 
necessary, in order to reach old age. 

The regular habits, the studies engaged in, the books read, 


the out door work, the pleasure of his friends and family, his re- 
ligious and political belief, with the sanitary surroundings of his 
beautiful farm has enabled my old friend to mark his one hun- 
dredth birthday, and a bright prospect exists that he may be en- 
abled to celebrate several more birthday anniversaries. The 
pleasures of a home, with its cheerful surroundings, make life 
more bearable, and the years pass swiftly around. No idler ever 
attained old age, and but few instances are on record (In fact I 
might say none,) where a bachelor reached an advanced period in 
life. It is a rare occurrence, indeed, for one of this class to attain 
the age of my friend, C. B. Stickney, Esq. 

Fifty years ago I attended school ju^t over these woods; the 
same stream just below glides and trickles down over stones and 
pebbles; there stand the margins of the same old woods, but 
thinned by the axe; the same range of green hills yonder, tolerant 
of culture to the tops, then shaded by tall forest trees, on whose 
crest the last of sunset lingered. The same nature is here, unde- 
cayed, unchanged. But with him how different; the bright and 
sparkling eye, the firm elastic step, the auburn hair have all yield- 
ed to the ravages of time. 

For twenty-three years much of my life was spent on a farm 
only a few rods from here. Mr. Kellogg's cornfields were in range 
of the cooning district, his watermelon patches produced the best 
of fruits, his apples, pears and peaches were pronounced by the 
boys of .that age, the finest in the neighborhood. 

At that time he was a model farmer, and a good horticulturist; 
he had the best library in the township, and wrote an even round 
hand, which it was my highest ambition to imitate. He was the 
greatest reader and the best informed man on history, political 
economy, biography and the various sciences, in this locality; he 
was always free to impart his knowledge and discuss any topic of 
the day, be it politics, science or religion. 

His library was open to those who wished to peruse its con- 
tents. I thanked him for the use of his books then; and now, 
after the lapse of many years, I again thank him for his kindness 
to me when a school-boy. I remember him as a man endowed by 
nature with the noblest of qualities; generous, honest, true to his 
friends, a loving husband, a kind and noble hearted father. He 
loved that which was good, and hated evil. 

His religion was not a popular one at that time, but he so 


lived that no one could say aught against him. That lake of brim 
stone which was to burn to all enternity a portion of mankind, did 
not harmonize with his views and sentiments as to what a Heaven- 
ly Father should be. He has lived to see that theory and belief 
in the religious world discarded and obsolete from every intelli- 
gent church in the civilized world. 

He has lived to see progress and reform that in his early days 
he could not have dreamed of. He investigated all scientific sub- 
jects with care and sound judgment; despised not new things, but 
was ready to receive them if they accorded with his views. 

When a young physician, with not a dollar in my purse, his 
family was among my first patients, that gave me aid and assist- 
ance in introducing a system of medicine, not only new in this lo- 
cality, but comparatively new in all parts of the world. He has 
lived to see the reform in medicine adopted in every city on the 

It has given me pleasure, Mr. President, to leave the work of 
the day in other hands and meet with some of my school-day 
friends, near the place where I was born, and pay a slight tribute 
to, and grasp by the hand, him who was my friend an half cen- 
tury ago. 


The Following Speech was Made at the Kellogg Centennial Cele- 
bration, in Presenting a Handsome Easy Chair to Martin 
Kellogg, the Centenarian, as a Gift from the Fire- 
lands Historical Society, 


Father Kellogg: 

Before we proceed further with the interesting program ar- 
ranged for this happy occasion, I desire to address you in a few 
words of greeting. I do not speak for myself alone. 

Try, sir, to gather in you recollection, if you can, all the 
familiar faces of your pioneer brethren, who, like you, have in the 
providence of God, lived till this good hour. It is in their behalf 
I come. I speak, too, for their sons and daughters, whose homes 
are scattered so thickly around where once stood the lonely cabin 
of the settler. 

In the name of all the members of the Firelands Historical 
Society, present and absent, I congratulate you on this centennial 
anniversary of your birth. 

One hundred years of existence in the pioneer states of our 
young Republic means more than I have either the time or the 
ability to express. 

How many and how sublimely grand have been the triumphs 
of science and art! 

Customs and ceremonies of your young manhood are now 
unknown; while the forms and faces of your earlier companions 
exist only in your memory of them. 


But you have lived on — on through the mighty revolutions 
wrought by the hand of time, until the great circle of your years 
has unclosed the conflicts and achievements of more than three 

Once cherished and honored by the neighbors and friends who 
long since crossed the dark river, you are now honored and loved 
no less by those who gather around you to-day. 

For long years you have been an active and zealous member 
of our Society. In every way in your power you have contributed 
to its welfare and sought the accomplishment of its mission. 
Ever since the organization of their Society in May, 1857, the 
pioneers of the firelands have recognized you as a trusted leader, 
whose wise counsels and active efforts have at all times been freely 
given and gratefully appreciated. 

With these thoughts of gratitude and with joy in our hearts, 
we come to your home to greet you on this glad occasion. All 
who are here and many who are not here would gladly take your 
hand, to-day, and bid you God speed. 

And now, Father Kellogg, in behalf of the officers and mem- 
bers of the Firelands Historical Society, I present you with a 
slight token of their remembrance and kind regard. 

This easy ahair, so suggestive of rest, and comfort, and peace, 
they now give you, and with it they express the earnest wish that 
you may be spared yet many years; and that whenever your weary 
body shall seek rest on this chair, the memory of your past may 
bring you comfort, your thoughts of the present may be peaceful, 
and your visions of the future may be hopeful and bright. 


From the Rev. and Mrs. I. W. Hathaway. Read by Mr. S. F 


Jersey City, N. J., Sept. 17, 1886. 
Dear Uncle Kellogg: 

Prevented from being permitted to assist in the celebration of 
the Centennial event of the 21st, I am constrained to send my con- 
gratulations. But what can I say, and avoid saying that which 
will be said (and said so much better than I can say it,) lest by 
alliteration you shall be wearied. 

No doubt Centennial, Century, Centenarian, Centurial, <fec, 
with all their terminal prefixes and suffixes will be sung in all their 
changes ad nauseum. 

To you will be recited in poetry and song the history of an 
hundred years. How, contemporaneous with your years has 
marched the civilization of the 19th century. How, westward the 
star of empire has moved. How the infant republic of America 
has become the envy or the admiration of the world, and the load 
star among the nations. How shackles have been struck from the 
limbs and from the minds and the consciences of men. How the 
watch-word of "Liberty" has become and is becoming a realized 
fact, and the Statue of Liberty, is America enlightning the world. 
How the prognostications of the Patriarch Job, are historical and 
actual: "Canst thou send lightning that they may go and say 
unto thee, Here we are?" "And the rocks poured me out- rivers 
of oil." All this and much more will be sung and read you, that 
you will hardly care to have reiterated by one whom you hardly 
know, but who feels honored in being permitted to address you as 


uncle, by reason of the kind Providence that allowed him to marry 
a little woman who was a neice of the good woman you married. 
So we say, "God bless the women." What could we do without 
them. What would we have done without them. 

I wonder whether any among those who will send their greet- 
ings to-day will remember them, and whether among all the ele- 
ments conducive to long life women will be counted an ingredient. 
Shades of mother Eve forbid that this occasion shall pass without 
a voice being raised for her, that she may have her part in this 
"Centurial Jubilee." Say what we will, we cannot get a start in 
life without her. 

Of all the forces productive of the mighty changes of the cen- 
tury, the most potent are found in both the Cen-tripetal and Cen- 
trifugal force of woman in human society. Both in their attrac- 
tions and repulsions they move the world. By them families are 
Cen-turiated — and the Kelloggs have been Cen-triplicated, for all 
of which we gratefully remember her and ascribe to her a proud 
place in this. Centurial Jubilee. To all the friends gathered please 
convey our greetings; may heaven smile on that day, and may you, 
"Sainted Father," receive the benedictions of a kind Providence 
that shall grant you still further years in the flesh, and then an 
abundant entrance into the home of the redeemed, where centuries 
are days and life knows no end. 

Yours in fraternal greeting and Christian love, 

Rev. and Mrs. I. W. Hathaway. 

From the Rev. Myron Rreckenridge. Read by Hoii.F.R. Looniis. 

Norwalk, O., September 21, 1886. 

To the venerable and worthy citizen of Bronson, Martin 
Kellogg, and to his associates, this day assembled, to celebrate 'the 
one hundredth anniversary of his birth — Greeting : 

For ninety years and some months, I have followed after this 
Centenarian without any nearer approach; for the events of the 
past are so keenly cut in the records of time, that they cannot be 
changed. I am a kind of a second edition of pioneer and have 
passed through some of the scenes remembered by those who led 
the way. 

Although many experiences have been severe and afflicting, 


yet the recollection of the past will no doubt be cheering and re- 
freshing to these pilgrims of the West. They were brave and 
honest seekers after new homes for themselves and their families. 

To fell the mighty forests and let the sunlight fall on virgin 
soil, that it might yield to them the necessaries of life; to light 
down on the broad prairie, build a little shanty and thrust in the 
plow where the end of the furrow could hardly be imagined, re- 
quired steadfastness of purpose, hope of success, and faith in God. 

These brave and hardy pioneers have opened to their suc- 
cessors a country not surpassed by any on earth. They have 
builded cities, extended townships, enacted laws, established courts 
of justice to protect the innocent and punish the guilty; and while 
these laws are duly executed we shall remain a useful, a happy, 
and a united people. 

But our descendants have two very important questions to 
grapple with; the one, Intemperance, that has cursed our nation 
and other nations of the earth, more than anything else. The other, 
the corruption of the ballot box, an important factor in our national 

To recognize the God of Abraham as our God, and Christianity 
as our religion, gives us, in my judgment, the only assurance of 
success and prosperity in the future. 

Yours fraternally, Mykon Breckenridge. 

From Mayor P. Wk kluim, of Norwalk. Read by L. C. Laylin, Esq. 

Norivalk, O., September 21, 1886. 
Dear Brother, Martin Kellogg: 

Allow me to congratulate you on this, the one 'hundredth 
anniversary of your birthday. 

You and your friends have looked forward to this day with 
solicitude, hoping that you would reach it, as you have. 

Unlike the vegetable century plant which blossoms but once 
in LOO years, your life has bloomed each year with the beauty and 
fragrance of Christian virtues and graces, till you can look back 
over the century upon a life well spent. 

I had hoped to meet you in person on this eventful day, but 
our Heavenly Father has ordered otherwise. 

Receive my best wishes for your continued good health; and 
that the remainder of your life may pass sweetly and peacefully 
along to its close, is the desire of your friend, 



Poem Prepared for the Firelands Historical So- 
ciety, and Recited by its Author at the 31st 
Annual Meeting of the Society held on 
the Fair Grounds, in Norwalk, 
O., June 15, 1887. 


Ladies and Gentlemen: 

I have ventured to bring before you at this hour for your in- 
spection, "A Few Old Time Pictures." You will, I am sure, 
appreciate their value when I inform you that they are pictures 
painted by "the old masters," — at least by the oldest masters I 
could find. They were made to order and paid for by the square 
yard. The colors are fast and warranted not to run; whether the 
audience will run or not I do not yet know. 

They are not on cloth, but as soon as they are published and 
agents can be employed, they will be duly canvassed. 

They are a sort of an odd mixture of poetry and paint. That 
which you see in them is due to paint, the rest is poetry — the 
poetry predominates. I showed them to an intimate friend and 
asked him if he thought the citizens of Norwalk would be likely to 
hang them in the new Historical Rooms? Said he, "if they don't 
hang you before you get through with them, you may consider 
yourself lucky." I said to him in reply — but no matter what I 
said. His words of warning had no effect upon me, and so I bring 
before you my picture gallery. 



1 -The Fair City. 

Embosomed in this boundless teeming west, 

The land by daring'pioneers possessed, 

Where scarce a generation's* time ago, 

The Indian chased his game oe'r fields of snow; 

Where mighty forests^shook' their stalwart forms, 

And bade defiance to the winter's storms, 

Here, like a bride with jewels all bedight, 

Stands a fair city in her beauty bright, 

Queen of the plains that stretch for leagues afar, 

The world hath crowned thee as the Evening Star! 

And thy fair fame hath spread through distant lands, 

Making renowned the place where Norwalk stands. 

2.— The Old Time Boys and Girls. 

Thy sons and daughters, reared with love and care, 

Though grown to woman and to manhood fair, 

And scattered'wide through distant lands and climes, 

Have not forgotton thee; nor those glad times, 

When on thy streets, beneath thy ample shade, 

Or on the village green they daily played; 

And fought and bled behind their mimic fort, 

Or roamed the ambient fields in search of sport; 

The girls with dolls in gorgeous colors trim, 

The boys regaling in their daily swim; 

Now chasing through the streets the frightened herds 

Now catching butterflies or stoning birds; 

Or, altogether, in a crowd they ran 

To see the monkey and the organ man. 

Nor will they likely soon forget the school; 

The master with his rod^and dunce's stool; 

The weary hours that filled the' tiresome day, 

And spent for naught but wearing seats away; 

With aching heads they even now recall 

The tasks that did their youthful hearts appall, 

And joy to think, how oft they truant played: 

Or else they boldly, feigned excuses made, 

To get without the schoolroom'sjdingy wall, 

And, unmolested, play with top and ball. 

0, bliss unmeasured, when the glad hour came, 

That school was out, and ready for the game. 

Each pupil dropped his hated slate and book, 

And out himself sans ceremonie took. 

Nor will they e'er forget, while life shall last, 
Each lovely girl, whose form in beauty cast, 
Whose winsome smile and locks of sunny hair, 
Captured the heart and drove it to despair. 
Her only equal was each splendid boy, , 
Whose glance filled many a girlish heart with joy; 
Whose precious private billet doux received, 
Full oft the Master's wary eye deceived, 
And though the gods were on ambrosia fed. 


'Twas naught compared with riding on his sled. 

'Tis well, that youthful hearts are made of stuff 

Elastic, else the first severe rebuff, 

Had left them in a thousand pieces broke, 

Sad victims of some wanton lover's stroke. 

Those boys and girls, now to full stature grown, 

Are like the fragments of a whirlwind, strown. 

Go where you will, o'er the whole compass round, 

Some child of dear old Norwalk may be found. 

To such, no prouder moment can befall, 

Than when he hears his native city call, 

For, like Lord Whittington, he thinks perchance, 

He may her gl >ry share, or weal advance. 

So, when she bjck ms with her friendly hand, 

He glad obedience yields to her command. 

Such, then, is my excuse, if need there be, 

To keep from egotistic flavor free, 

My words and acts on this eventful day, 

"And smooth the even tenor of my way." 

Ah! what a joyous thought, that we who live, 
Can tokens of our love and reverence give 
To those grand souls who broke the virgin soil: 
Who built for us an empire by their toil; 
Beat down obstructions with titantic blows, 
''And made the desert blossom as the rose." 
All honor to the glorious dead, who sleep 
In graves where loving hearts their vigils keep! 
I too can amply share the general joy; 
For am I not a Huron county boy? 
Have I forgot, that the first breath I drew, 
Was in a quaint log cabin in Peru? 
That there I learned to read my ABC, 
And write and cipher to the rule of three? 
That there I spent my early boyhood life? 
There fell in love, and found a loving wife? 
To this, no doubt, I owe your kind request; 
And here I stand to answer your behest. 

You bid me speak; and you might well suppose, 

I would express myself in sober prose, 

That, grown to years when sound discretion rules, 

Id scarce employ the language of the schools; 

Or write my story in such lines as pass 

For poetry, among the Freshmen class. 

3. -The Old Seminary. 

Know then, where yonder High School rears its dome. 

Another building stood; the <iear old home, 

For many a decade long since passed away. 

Of scores of boys and girls, (alas! grown gray:) 

Who sought within those seminary walls, 

To catch some drop that from Parnassus falls; 

Who feasted with Olympian gods by day, 


But gave at night their taste for tricks full play. 

There, led by Hector and Achilles bold, 

I fought their wars and heard their stories told. 

'Twas there I sat with Virgil, reading late, 

How poor iEneas fled from Juno's hate; 

How faithful Orpheus with his golden lyre 

Snatched his beloved spouse from hades' fire. 

And so, with Homer seeking deathless fame, 

Alack! I caught the sentimental flame. 

Some old "Reflectors," dim with dust and age, 

Will find my lines embosomed in their page. 

When Gideon held his awful sceptre there, 

I often crept upon him unaware, 

My lines incog, his favor dared to seek, 

And lo! they were in print the following week. 

Some vandal hand has torn our temple down; 
Gone are our teachers with their books and gown; 
Gone the good Chaplain, who, with faith and prayer, 
Laid its foundations with discernment rare; 
The saintly Thompson, whose fine, classic mold, 
And finished thought, the perfect scholar told; 
Gone, Holden Dwight, a pure and noble man, 
A faithful leader ever in the van, 
Who wisely guided every trusting youth, 
Who sought from him to find the path of truth; 
And the grand, erudite and courteous Hall, 
From whose pure lips could only wisdom fall; 

The facile, nervous, energetic Pratt, 

A splendid teacher, though an autocrat; 

And Hutchins, full of ancient Grecian fire, 

And dauntless courage which no work could tire, 

The last man of a noble race of men; 

I fear we'll never see their like again; 

To us, who at their feet did wisdom gain, 

Peerless they are and ever will remain. 

One other light this constellation bore. 
Whose modest ways shone many a pupil o'er; 
He had not planetary rank nor fame, 
He had the lehrer geist— the teacher flame; 
The inspiration which we rarely find, 
That fills and permeates the pupil's mind. 
And though he was but satellite in fact, 
Honor and truth graced Newman's every act. 

There was another whom I will not name; 

He was ambitious, and he sought for fame; 

And he was nothing loath to try his power 

In teaching rhetoric each day an hour. 

And still he lives, though, on "Commencement Day, 

When he his class presented for display, 

The dread "Committee" said, in word and deed, 

"This fellow can't teach pupils how to road.'' 


'Tis well, in time, their namef have passed away, 
Else would I be avenged on them this day. 

But let us not forget one noble man; 
Nor teacher he, nor pupil. His, the plan, 
To make that infant school what it should be; 
A giant tree of knowledge fruitful, free; 
Wisdom's true temple filled with golden grains; 
Endowed by wealth and what is more by brains. 
Who knows the early seminary days, 
But gladly speaks in Harry 0. Sheldon's praise? 
The tireless, hopeful self assured man. 
Whose heart and purse were ever in the plan: 
And in her darkest hour and sorest need. 
He was the seminary's friend— in deed. 

But why should we lament the past in vain? 

That which we have, cannot be loss, but gain; 

A matchless present, all aglow with gifts 

Of sunlight, shining through the rifts ' 

Of clouds that melt and slowly pass away. 

Before the perfect light of Corning Day, 

Each hour and generation serves it own. 

Along the path where Progress moves, are strown 

The shattered remnants of the ages gone. 

Still, in its proud career the world moves on 

And bravely builds on ruins of the past, 

Knowing full well, its labors cannot last; 

But each new day, within its own arms brings, 

Some priceless gifts, some new and better things. 

So. when they razed those old historic walls, 

They built for learning, new and better halls; 

And the fair temple which is standing there. 

Is worthy of our blessing and our prayer; 

May the bright youths to whom belong such dower 

Be worthy of their destiny and power. 

Rut every brick that tilled those ancient walls 

Their primal glory still to me recalls. 

The very air within your marts of trade. 

Speaks of a history that cannot lade. 

For us, the old familiar spots arc gone; 

They disappeared like shadows in the dawn: 

Like footprints in the sand, were swept away 

Beneath the waves of Time, which none can stay. 

'Tie under such an inspiration here, 

1 sing my song and drop my reverent tear. 

1 .—The Ravages of Time. 

Time flies. So far it is already sped, 

That here lie generations of the dead. 

Their gravestones reared with pious love 'and care 

Slow crumble to the all corroding air; 


And dimmed with'age and.filJed with tears, the eye 
Scarce finds the spot where now our loved ones lie. 
So distant are the "early times" to-day, 
We seebut"shadows[of;what's"passed away; 
And borne along the tide's resistless power, 
Oar whole life'seems compressed into an hour; 
While years o'er head like avalanches roll, 
The past a vortex swallows up the whole. 
Though thousand graven columns pierced the air, 
Their tablets never could the loss repair. 

Insatiate time! can naught thy hunger fill? 
Gorged with the centuries art thou hungry still? 
From the fell ruin which thy hand has wro't, 
Shall it be said that"we [can [rescue "naught ? 
And is oblivion's gulf so broad and deep, 
That what it has it must forever keep? , 

No. From thy strong and all engrossing grasp, 
Some loved mementos we would fain unclasp; 
Some fragments, howsoever poor and small, 
To help our memories the past recall. 
Safe from the all devouring tooth of time, 
No longer wasted by the rust of clime, 
Each treasure, with a sleepless guard we fold, 
As Avere the household gods in days of old. 

2. -Relics of the Olden Time. 

Here lies a book, which, in our fathers' eyes, 

Was ever counted as a sacred prize. 

It is a dear old Bible, faded, worn; 

Yet of its beauty, not an atom shorn; 

Borne as the ark, where e'er they walked or strayed, 

It lighted up their path, their courage stayed; 

Its leaves were turned with constant love and prayer, 

Seeking the hope abiding ever there. 

And it shall shine un dimmed from age to age, 

Glowing with truth from every gilded page. 

Here, let me hold within my trembling hand, 
A battered ring, a simple golden band. 
It seems a cheap, perchance a worthless thing; 
Precious to me; my mother's wedding ring. 
01 proud the day when she became a wife; 
Proud still, though fifty years of married life; 
And though at last she laid her burdens down, 
She ever wears a mother's spotless crown. 

Still, in my hands, I hold some locks of hair; 
The larger gray, the other brown and fair. 
This, hung upon my aged father's brow; 
This, on an angel maiden's, whose sweet vow 
Death rudely broke, and broke a noble heart: 
Two souls so joined, not e'en the grave could part. 


And here lie letters, crumpled, stained and old; 

Worth more than jewels rare or purest gold. 

Across the smoky page, the dull brown lines 

Show every word, that still in beauty shines; 

And though the hand that wrote them, writes no more, 

Yet, as with brimming eyes I read them o'er, 

I feel there comes a warm and gentle breath. 

That whispers in my ears, "Love has no death." 

3.— The Old Cabin. 

On yonder hilltop, whose o'er shadowing trees 
Are gently swinging in the summer breeze, 
Stand the last remnant of my place of birth. 
No grander palace ever graced the earth. 
And when in other lands and climes I roam, 
I find no castle royal as that home. 
The dating pioneer who blazed his way 
Through forests dense, made good his right to stay; 
And the first trees that fell beneath his stroke. 
Made the rude cabin; and its milk white smoke, 
Seemed like Shekina over Israel's band, 
To the vast throng that pierced this western land: 
Two doors, two windows and a chimney va^t, 
That seemed it might creation's self outlast, 
With roaring logs whose flames that kissed the sky 
Gave hearty welcome to all passers by. 
With giant cranes that swung their friendly arms: 
And pots and pans brim full of savory charms, 
That filled the tired soul with joy and rest 
As odors do from "Araby the blest." 
The trusty rifle hanging by the door, 
Its trophies also: coon skins by the score, 
A huge tin horn whose ever welcome voice, 
Made the tired woodman at his work rejoice; 
And the brown antlers on the smoky wall, 
Hanging as treasured trophies over all; 
The stairs; two uprights and some crossing bars, 
Led up to lofty chambers near the stars; 
And there were beds with ticks of crispy straw, 
Whereon the weary sleeper found no flaw. 
For, nightly, did they rest and comfort briny. 
That might excite the envy of a king. 

Alas! I gaze with sad and downcast eyes, 
Where now my home in hopeless ruin lies, 
Not by the lightning's flash or cyclone's rent, 
No cruel hands of war those walls have blent, 
But ripe with age and worn with wasting years 
Their glory fades their beauty disappears. 
0! dear old cabin, in my memory deep, 
Thy sweet remembrance will I ever keep. 

4.— The Schoolmaster. 

What man is this, with stern and serious looks, 
Who bears with pride his ferule and his books, 


Beneath whose ample eoat, perchance you spy 
A well worn rod as supple as 'tis dry; 
A rod, which freely laid on youthful backs, 
Helped fill the mind with many useful fact3. 
He is the Master, learned in all the schools; 
A christian, worshipping no God but rules; 
A patient help to every pupil true, 
To whom his meed of praise fell daily due: 
But living terror to the luckless boy, 
Who sought in truant idleness for joys 
By every faithful pupil loved, revered; 
By all admired and yet by all was feared. 
He dealt with children as with heathen wild. 
His motto: "Spare the rod and spoil the child." 
His work is done, no more his whip is whirled, 
But ah! the boys he ruled now rule the world. 

5. -The Doctor. 

The old time Doctor rises into view. 

A "well read" man he was; and much he knew; 

For he was "college bred"; and in the eyes 

Of simple folks, no man could be more wise. 

He had a sheep skin in his office hung, 

Which, like a banner to the breezes flung,- 

Proclaimed to all the world his wondrous lore, 

Endorsed by learned men full half a score. 

His modest sign that hung above the gate, 

Failed not his many virtues to relate: 

"Physician, Surgeon, Accoucheur," in one; 

And yet, with these the list is but begun: 

He knew and numbered all the bones, 

As well he knew all geologic stones. 

He knew how blood coursed swiftly through the veins, 

He knew the cause of summer drought and rains, 

He cured his patients of each threatening ill. 

And matched the parson in polemic skill. 

In politics, philosophy and art 

He never failed to take a ready part. 

The master of the village school his power 

In argument acknowledged; and so, hour 

By hour, they sat in hot dispute; the crowd 

Meanwhile, each disputant applauded loud. 

But there were byplays in the Doctor's life; 

With other conflicts he was daily rife; 

For fell disease and death, rode on the air, 

And found their ready victims everywhere. 

Against these foes there was no known defence. 

Except the Doctor's wise omnipotence. 

And so, whate'er his patients might befall, 

He, ready stood to answer every call. 

On mounted horse, he rode the country o'er. 

And carried hope and help from door to door. 

Where'er he went, to gentle babe or sire, 

Pain fled away and fever cooled its fire. 

Of modern healing art he little knew; 

His work was plain, and what he had to do 

His trusting patients quietly endured; 


Though oft uncertain if he killed or cured. 

His lancet was his faithful right hand man; 

For, at its touch, the crimson current ran, 

Till blood, like water, flowed on every side, 

And every cabin was in crimson dyed. 

His massive saddle bag with drugs o'er ran, 

But calomel and jalap led the van. 

His dose, the palate did not always please; 

His pills were large and bitter were his teas. 

His drastic mixtures were no idle play, 

And his emetics brooked no long delay. 

In short, his victims like some luckless craft, 

Were driven amain and swept afore and aft, 

And if at last they died there was no one 

Dared say, "They died from having nothing done. 

He promptly, bravely took his part and place 

And every station did his genius grace. 

Heroic man. He did his duty well; 

He fought for others till at last he fell. 

Above his grave we need no column raise; 

He lives immortal in our love and praise. 

6.— The Pioneer Preacher. 

In every home the pioneers prepared, 

One|welcome guest their toil and pleasure shared; 

For him, the "prophet's room" was neatly laid, 

And every hearthstone blessed round which he prayed; 

And when death tore their loving homes apart, 

'Twas he assuaged and bound the bleeding heart. 

In every path which daring Progress strode, 

The faithful preacher of the gospel rode; 

And full of zeal, as was his constant wont, 

He bore his Master's ensign to the front. 

No lofty spire, no loudly sounding bell, 

Was needed, worship's hour and place to tell. 

Through winding paths, o'er corduroy like roads, 

The patient oxen drew their willing loads; 

On foot, on horse, the farmer and his wife, 

Came, eager to receive the bread of life; 

And in some cabin larger than the rest, 
They heard the law expounded and were blest. 

7. -The Old Time Dance. 

Methiuks I hear some happy voices call; 

The merry revels of an old time ball. 

The boys and girls from many a mile around, 

Are tripping to the viol's dulcet sound. 

Not callow youths from nurseries just escaped, 

But stately dames, in cotton fabrics draped. 

And manly beaux, in common homespun clad, 

Each vieing make the merry hours go mad. 

No doubtful exhibitions mar their sport; 

No amorous dances from Parisian courts; 

But plain, square steps, the graceful bow and swing, 

The all hands round that made the rafters ring; 


And then, the lunch; no caterer marred the feast: 

No costly viands from the south and east; 

Apples and cider, pumpkin pies and cake; # 

Doughnuts, "just like our mothers used to make"; 

Such were the things the ample table graced, 

By generous hands provided, and with taste, 

Nor did they vex the weary hours of night; 

Nor "burn to socket" every tallow light, 

For, ere the midnight hour came stealing on, 

The dance was out and every dancer gone. 

They woke with morn, to life and toil endeared, 

By duty guided and by pleasure cheered. 

Say what you will, those hard and rugged days 

Were greatly softened by such sportive plays, 

And rest from toil, and social grace were found 

In circles where the merry dance went round. 

8.— The Wooing and The Wedding. 

One little picture and I am done; 

It shows how wives in early times were won; 

How, far from modern mercenary ways, 

The fond young lovers spent their courting days; 

And in due time, with no words falsely coined, 

Their simple lives (they had no fortunes) joined. 

Sweet Annie with her brown bewitching curls, 

Had long been envied by the envious girls. 

At home and school, while happy as a lark, 

Unconsciously she flamed full many a spark; 

And oft she found her pleasures sadly marred, 

By declarations ardent, but ill starred; 

And while delusive hope her suitors lured. 

Her love for handsome Will she held assured. 

Will was a ploughman's lad of humble birth; 

And strong and fair and full of virtuous worth. 

Novices stained his simple heart or mind; 

For naught could he in base allurements find. 

To lead an honest, humble, useful life, 

He'd be content, could Annie be his wife. 

He'd known her well from childhood's earliest hour 

His heart had felt her fascinating power, 

In playing "snap and catch 'm," "fox and geese," 

Or watching while she spun the snowy fleece; 

But still the plain and potent fact remained: 

He'd never yet her sweet consent obtained. 

And this to settle, with no long delay, 

He mounts his faithful horse and rides away. 

No broadcloth clothes, no polished tile he wears; 

Plain linsey woolsey suits his love affairs. 

Five miles he went, midst many a flower and bird, 

Yet naught their beauty saw or music heard. 

He 3eemed to sail the air and not to ride, 

So full was he of glorious hope and pride. 

Not long he vexed the intervening ground; 

His Annie's cabin reached, he, with a bound, 

Entered the door and with a "flustered" air, 


Received her greeting; took a proffered ohair, 
And thus began: "Sweet Annie how'd'y do? 
For years we've played together, me and you; 
But play won't do forever as you know; 
And life's more serious as we older grow." 
He crossed his legs and twirled his coon skin cap, 
While Annie blushed and gazed into her lap* 
And then Will rose and strode across the floor, 
With trembling hand he shut the outer door, 
Then said, as he sat down by Annie's side, 
"I want to ask you if you'll be my bride." 
Now Annie's voice was merry, sweet and free ; 
Though a good talker, not a word said she, 
But raised her eyes, brimful of heavenly bliss- 
Will said no more but took the proffered kiss. 
A week passed by, and then Will came once more. 
There was his Annie, standing in the door; 
Two aged forms beside her stood, and there 
Their blessings gave upon the happy pair. 
Then mounting horse— there was but one you mind- 
With Will in front and Annie close behind, 
They found the parson, and without delay, 
He made them "man and wife" that very day. 
"No cards" there were; no wedding cakes or ball; 
They loved and they were married, that was all. 

Such is the past within our hearts enshrined; 
And they who delve, shall richer treasures find, 
Hidden in many an old worm eaten chest, 
From which the antiquary yet shall wrest, 
Whole volumes of this long forgotten lore 
And give it to the eager world once more. 



It is more than forty-eight years since the writer of this traveled 
westward from the State of New York, and 48 years make great 
changes in any part of our country, especially in its newer portions. 

Each year the farms grow cleaner and better cultivated; the 
buildings more substantial and complete; the stock choicer and in 
greater variety. 

And yet no one who had passed from the East in the days 
when Lake Erie was a passenger route, and the experiments of a 
strap rail upon a wooden stringer were beginning to be made, 
would fail to recognize even now some of the features of that early 
time. There are fields full of rough and rotting stumps as there 
were then, and a few Virginia rail fences left; and the tumble-down 
tavern near the lake shore where the drivers gather to drink and 
horses and mules are fed, has not succumed entirely to the more 
pretentious railway restaurant. In the methods of travel, in the 
enormous growth of towns and cities, in the continuous transit of 
wealth on wheels from the West to the seaboard, and in the vast 
provision for the storage of freight and grain and cattle at central 
points, in the rush of thousands of emigrants over the railroads, 
and the hurrying to and fro of a crowd of men of business and 
pleasure seekers in the elegantly appointed trains of a dozen dif- 
ferent railway companies, we see the great and wonderful contrast 
to the early days of western travel, and a decided change within the 
past 20 years. 

One goes to sleep in New York at nine o'clock and awakes in 
Buffalo to breakfast. He rides all day along the lake shore or 
through Canada and Michigan at an average speed of thirty miles 


an hour, but so smoothly that he can read and write and dine with 
comfort on the train, and after another night he is in Chicago. 

This is commonplace now, but 45 years ago you sat on the deck 
of the express sail vessel while it crawled along at 10 miles an hour 
from Buffalo to Sandusky, and had no thought of the hour but 
only of the day when you should arrive. 

When the railways began to run, there was danger from col- 
lisions on the single track, or from accident caused by imperfections 
in machinery, and most of all from the treacherous snake-head — 
a loosened end of the strap-rail which had a vicious way of piercing 
through the car and impaling the unfortunate passenger. 

All this is passed and gone. The increase of wealth in the 
towns, and its display everywhere, in dress and equipage and 
houses, and shops, marks an entire change which has come over 
East and West in the twenty and more years since the war. It 
may be questioned whether, large as have been the gifts of educa- 
tion and benevolence and religion, the beneficence of the people has 
kept equal pace with the growth of their resources, their riches, 
and their luxuries. 

Among the perils of the time, we may count wealth in the 
hands of many who have no purpose and no desire to devote it to 
the service of God and the blessing of men. Next to the peril of 
ignorant and discontented labor I would place that of thoughtless 
and selfish riches. 

These thoughts come naturally as we ride through one elegant 
town after another and note its characteristics and the manner of 
its development; as we see men and women working in the field 
together as they did in the German fatherland, or hear the jostling 
multitudes in the railway stations speak in different tongues, some 
of which we cannot understand a syllable, and wonder what will be 
the condition of the land fifty years hence. 

Olden Times Along the Old State Road. 


The Old State Road was cut out and cleared in the winter of 
1809-10 by Ebenezer Hays and Frederic W. Fowler; it commences 
near the north line of Norwalk township running on the north and 
south section line to the south line of the Firelands. The first 
house erected in Huron county was on the line of this road near 
the north side of the township by Nathan S. Comstock in the spring 
of the year 1809. 

The writer of this article moved on to this road in the spring 
of 1840, where he has resided up to this time and is able from 
memory, with the assistance of friends, to give the names of all 
families that were living on the road in the year 1840 in Norwalk 
township, beginning on the north side: Ambrose S. Gillett, Betsey 
Keeler, Philo Comstock, Cornelius Harsen, James Cherry, George 
Golden, Raymond Perrin, Rodney Mason, David Gibbs, Sarah 
Hoyt, Isaac Benedict, Mr. Burr, Ira Curtis, Sjamuel Gibbs, Abram 
Mead, Eben Boalt, George Powers, Samuel B. Lewis, Caleb B. 
Jackson, Charles Jackson, Mr. Huyck, Mr. Hurd, Milton Slater, 
Seneca Birch and Philander Cleveland. And to-day there are but 
four persons living on the road that were here at that time, viz: 
Mrs. Henry McDonald, O. F. Gillett, I. M. Gillett and Mrs. J. F. 
Randolph, Jr. 


A Contrast Between 1822 and 1887, 


The following is a correct list of all the vessels that entered 
the harbor of Sandusky during the eight months of navigation in 
182*2. Counting the number of the trips of each and aggregating 
the tonage it will be found to be about 10,150 tons. I will give 
below the names of the vessels and nearly all the captains and it 
may be that some old person may recognize an old acquaintance in 
vessel or captain. 

Brig Union, of Buffalo, Capt. Johnson, 90 tons, 4 trips. 
Steamer Superior, of Buffalo, Capt. Rodgers, 340 tons, 10 trips. 
Schooner Hannah, of Dunkirk, Capt. Fox, 38 tons, 1 trip. 
Wolf, of Danbury, Capt. Tyler, 28 tons, 1 trip. 

" Wasp, of Sandusky, Capt. Goodwin, 28 tons, 15 trips. 

" Sylph, " Capt. IT. Haskins, 20 tons, 30 trips. 

" Huron, " Capt. Ransom, 33 tons, 1 trips. 

" Red Jacket, Black Rock, Capt. Walker, 40 tons, 12 trips. 

" Erie, of Black Rock, Capt. Peas, 35 tons, 1 trips. 

" Michigan, of Black Rock, Capt. Norton, 130 tons, 2 trips. 

" Pontiac, of Erie, Pa., Capt. Seth Ried, 25 tons, 4 trips. 

" Beaver, of Erie, Pa., Capt. John F. Wight, 28 tons, 9 trips. 

" Diligence, of Erie, Pa., Capt. G. Miles, 28 tons, 2 trips. 

" Ann, of Black River, Capt. A. Jones, 38 tons, trips. 

" Gen'l Huntington, Black River, Capt. Day, 30 tons,3 trips. 


Schooner Farmer, of Grand River, Capt. Naper, 33 tons, 8 trips. 

" Liberty, " Capt. H. Reid, 22 tons, 2 trips. 

" Phoebe, " Capt. Green, 20 tons, 1 trip. 

" Dread, of Sandusky, Capt. S. Nichols, 35 tons, 12 trips. 

" Gen'l Scott, Cleveland, Capt. Lockwood, 22 tons, 2 trips. 

" Lake Serpent, " Capt. Burtis, 30 tons, 1 trip. 

" President, " Capt. Hungerford, 33 tons, 6 trips. 

" Minerva, " Capt. Foster, 35 tons, 1 trip. 

" Merry Calvin, Detroit, Capt. Person, 18 tons, 2 trips. 

" Munroe, River Raisin, Capt. Gillett, 35 tons, 1 trip. 

" Vienna, Danbury, Capt. Wells, 14 tons, 4 trips. 

" Traveler, Grand River, Capt. Naper, 18 tons, 1 trip. 

" Neptune, Danbury, Capt. Chapin, 22 tons, 1 trip. 

" Micator, Erie, Capt. S. Ried, 18 tons, 1 trip. 
Sloop Happy Return, Venice, Capt. Costelow, 15 tons, 5 trips. 
" Ohio, Ashtabula, Capt. Talbot, 14 tons, 2 trips. 

Aggregate in 8 months, 10,159 tons. 

Without burdening your pages with the names of the different 
vessels arriving during just eight clays in 1887, from August 1st 
to 8th inclusive, the tonage from these eight clays is 11,809. This 
will show the "contrast" between the " Old and the JVew." 

The compiler of the above statement well remembers all the 
above list of vessels, with the captains; not one of whom are now 



From hill tops to valley where rush the rude fountain, 

Reverbrating echoes descend to the plain; 

A messenger sent by the maids of the mountain, 

To hail her brave heroes the sons of the main; 

She flies and the caves utter forth their devotion, 

The forest in silence reclines on the air, 

She waits by the verge of the hill bordered ocean, 

And greets thus her children who won laurels there. 

Rejoice now my heart 'tis a time to make merry, 

For each hath in turn had at Britian a blow, 

The last, not the least, is the name of our Perry, 

Who bravely hath swept from Lake Erie a foe; 

By Maiden their Union Jack ever a soaring, 

A visit on Erie it ne'er dared to make, 

At length grew superior, the fleet slipt its mooring, 

But Perry was posted to watch on the lake. 

Six barks trimmed for battle with red cross displaying, 

By Barkly commanded, their wings widely spread, 

Forsook their stronghold, on Erie came sailing, 

To meet with that foe they so lately did dread, 

But Perry, their Union Jack joyfully greeting, 

Addressed thus his tars who impatient stood by, 

"My lads, there they come and most joyful the meeting 

We conquer, remember, we conquer or die!" 

The Stars and the Stripes on our banners were waving, 

The Eagle was perched on the noon burning sun, 

The battle ten minutes at us had been raging, 

When Perry thought proper to give them a gun, 

Then like a strong Lion disturbed in his quarters, 

Destruction and carnage from slumber arose, 

And death in aflame walked abroad on the waters, 

Tn council discerning the fate of the foe. 

Their doom was promulged in the voice of our thunder. 

The flash and the sound did inforce its decree, 

Astonishment stood with its eyes fixed in wonder, 

To witness the fate of the "Liberty tree." 

All hid in the smoke, both fleets were contending 

Their guns flashing fire while the wide waters shake: 

"My lads they are ours, see their union descending, 

The Eagle in triumph shall soar o'er the Lake." 

Here's health to the name that shall live long in story, 

To Perry who plead with such force for our rights; 

The voice of all hearts will give him the glory, 

Secure him high honor secured in this fight; 

See Perry in glory with modesty glowing, 

May the tars of Columbia receive all renown, 

And while on the tyrants their horrors are flowing, 

Observe how the union he conquered came down. 



Sketch of her Life by Capt. T. C. McGee, of Sandusky, Ohio. 

Died, in Sandusky, August 8th, 1877, Mrs. Rosamond Ward 
McGee, wife of T. C. MeGee, in the 64th year of her life. 

She was born in Saratoga county, New York, on the 21st day 
of March, 1813, the second child of her parents, John and Rosamond 
Whitford Ward. Her mother died when the child was eight days 
old. She was taken to the home of her grandparents, John Ward, 
Sr. (This home was but five miles from the now famous battle 
fields of Saratoga. This same grandfather having been a soldier 
and took a part on this well fought field.) Here in this humble but 
kindly home she remained until she was eleven. Her father having 
again married and removed to the village of Fort Ann, Washington 
county, Rosamond went to live with him. Here she grew up to 
young womanhood, having the usual school advantages of a New 
York state rural village, and when past her nineteenth birthday, a 
rambling Ohio lad who was visiting the adjoining town in which 
she was living, espied her red cheeks and raven hair, sat down and 
persuaded her to come to Ohio. (And this persuasion succeeded 
in spite of the dreadful stories then rife about that always dangerous 
Lake Erie.) On the 25th of September, 1832, she was married and 
after a few weeks visit among friends at Saratoga, came to Schen- 
ectady, taking a line new line boat, arrived at Buffalo on the seventh 
day. On coming in sight of the lake, all her former fears were so 
strongly revived that she had liked to have fainted, but as others 
did not seem to think there was any danger she gathered courage. 
We took the steam boat "Niagara," Capt. (J. C. Stanard, and in two 
days were landed in Sandusky after a very fine, calm passage. In 


years afterward she went many voyages with her husband on sail 
vessels and often met some sharp gales, but she had learned that 
the Lord is to be trusted just as much on the waters as on the land. 
She resided at Sandusky continuously (with many pleasant visits to 
her old home) until her death, always fulfilling all the duties of 
wife, friend and neighbor. Some dark clouds passed over her 
domestic life, but the dark tints were none of her making. After 
weeks of illness she died as she had lived, a Christian; leaving a 
mourning husband and friends. 


Amongst the old residents of Northern Ohio, who were pion- 
eers in the West and were virtually of the Firelands class, are 
Charles Ferris Drake, and his wife, Mary Livingston Drake, both 
of whom lived until they were "crowned with years. 

Mr. Drake passed away at his home, Catawba Island, November 
9th, 18*76, in the 86th year of his age, without pain and without ap- 
parent disease, and in the full possession of all his mental faculties. 
These, as is well known, were of a rare order. His was an intellect 
of unusual discriminative powers, which was fortified by a strong 
love of books and a retentive memory. To these qualities, sharp- 
ened as they were by the rude friction of a pioneer life, was added 
a fine sense of humor, original of its kind, and which rendered him 
the charm of every convivial circle. One of the characteristics of 
this quality was the tact with which he on occasions, resorted to it, 
making of it a weapon of defence for warding off imposition of 
every kind in whatever garb it might present itself. These quali- 
ties fitted him especially to fill the position of landlord in the 
pioneer inn, and it is in this capacity he is best remembered. 
Born at Cherry Valley, near the Hudson river, New York, the son 
of a soldier of the Revolution, and not very far removed 
from its stirring events, he himself saw some service in the war of 
1812. This was in his early manhood after he had become a resi- 
dent of Ohio. The greater part of his life was spent at or near 
Sandusky, where his well-known figure, with its erect and sprightly 
carriage is a familiar recollection. 

His widow, Mary Livingston Drake, survived until within a 
few months. She was born in Herkimer county, New York, in 1802. 
Belonging as she did, to the Livingston and Van Vechten families 


of the Mohawk Valley and of Albany, her recollections of her early 
days were of a refined society and of the presence and service of 
slaves in the family, as they were at that time held. Her removal 
with her mother's family to Ohio in 1819 was marked by an inter- 
esting reminiscence that graphically presents some of the difficul- 
ties our early settlers were forced to -encounter. On reaching 
Buffalo on their journey westward, the party found to their dismay 
that the Walk-in-the-Water, the only steamer at that time on Lake 
Erie had just left port on its weekly trip. In this dilemma, the 
family set sail on a vessel. But the storms and adverse winds were 
siich that the Walk-in-the-Water twice passed their craft ere their 
destination at the mouth of the Vermillion river, was reached. 
Married at the early age of eighteen, and the mother of nine child- 
ren, six of whom survive her, Mrs. Drake's life was essentially a 
domestic one, but in every exigency, she showed that she possessed 
unusual strength of character. In her latter years her frame was 
much enfeebled but the mind remained clear and her sense of 
justice and forbearance continued undimmed to the end. She 
died at Catawba Island, February 20, 1887, in the 85th year of, her 
age, and was followed to her last resting place by those who felt 
they had lost a tender and loving mother, and a kind and generous 


Jay Caldwell Butler was born September 3d, 1844, in Venice, 
Erie cOunty, Ohio. With his parents he removed to Sandusky in 
1846 where he passed his childhood days until 1858, when he en- 
tered the Academy of Genl. Patrick at Sing Sing, N. Y., continu- 
ing his studies there until the second call for troops in the war of 
the Rebellion, when he, with his elder brother, John M., volunteered 
and was mustered into the service in Co. B., 101st O. V. I., Capt. 
Furnald in command of the Company and Col. Leander Stem of 
the Regiment. Only 17 when he enlisted as a private, he soon rose 
from a Sergeant to a Lieutenancy, having command of his company 
through the Chattanooga campaign under Gen. Rosecrans, returning 
home at the close of the war with a Captain's commission, earned 
by gallant and faithful service. He served also in the Atlanta 
campaign under Gen. Jeff. C. Davis. Three years of hard service 


and the wounds received at the battle of Nashville, were too much 
for one of his immature years. He came home very much shattered 
in health; while we hoped and believed in his ultimate recovery 
we now know that the dread disease of which he died had then 
marked its victim. 

After a short time for recuperation, he entered into partnership 
with his uncle, John M. Boalt, in the manufacture of sash, doors, 
and blinds, building up a business of large proportions solely by 
his indomitable energy and close attention to it in all its details. 

In 1873 he was married to Elizabeth, only child of Watson 
Hubbard, Esq., who with two children, a son and a daughter, sur- 
vive him. At the burial services over sixty of his employes (nearly 
a score being boys whom he was fitting for a useful life in the 
acquirement of an honorable trade,) filed past the casket to take a 
last look of the friend they had lost. They then headed the cortege 
to Oakland cemetery, marching on foot, a mark of respect the more 
impressive as it was voluntary on their part. He was a consistent 
member of Grace Episcopal church and for eight years one of its 

Loyal to his country, faithful to his trust, loving and devoted 
to his family and friends, he has left an example well worthy of 


Dr. Robert R. McMeens was born in Lycoming county, Penn- 
sylvania, on the 26th day of February, 1820, and was of Scotch 
descent. He graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in 
the spring of 1841, and soon thereafter settled in Tiffin, Ohio, 
where he commenced the practice of medicine, and where he soon 
secured not only a large practice, but also the esteem and confi- 
dence of the older doctors and the people generally. 

On the 31st day of August, 1843, he was married to Ann C, 
the oldest daughter of John Pittenger, one of the pioneers of Sen- 
eca county, Ohio. In the fall of 1849, the Doctor moved to San- 
dusky City, where he lived till the time of his death, October 31, 
1862, and where he is buried. 

He organized and was Captain of the Bay City Guards, one 
of the finest independent military companies of Sandusky City, 


and assisted greatly in the organization of the Monumental Asso- 

During the prevalence of the cholera in 1852 Dr. McMeenshad 
the charge of an improvised hospital and treated his charge with so 
much skill that the disease was comparatively stamped out. He 
was also very efficient during the cholera that prevailed to some 
extent in 1854. 

Medical Director's Office, ) 

Danville, Kentucky, October 31, 1862. j" 
To His Excellency, Gov. Tod, Ohio: 

Sir: — It is with feelings of the deepest regret that I have to 
announce the death of Surgeon R. R. McMeens of the Third Reg., 
Ohio Vol. Army, which occurred suddenly at Perryville, Ky., on 
the night of the 30th inst. 

Surgeon McMeens was among the first to offer his services to 
his country after the breaking out of the rebellion. Entering the 
three months service as a regimental surgeon, he was immediately 
after ordered to Camp Dennison, where his gentlemanly deport- 
ment and great professional skill soon won for him the esteem and 
confidence of his brother officers, at whose request he was appointed 
Medical Director of the post;' all the arduous duties of which office 
he performed in such a manner as to win for him'the warmest com- 
mendations of the Surgeon General of the State. 

From that time until the period of his death, he has continued 
in active service, filling many important positions in the medical 
department of the army. 

Shortly before the battle of Perryville, he was appointed 
Medical Director to the troops under the command of the lamented 
Jackson, and after having participated actively in the battle, was 
detailed to assist in taking care of the wounded at Perryville, in 
which position his kindness of heart, sound judgment, and great 
professional skill, enabled him to contribute very largely toward 
the relief of our suffering soldiers. 

He has fallen while nobly working at his post; although suf- 
fering greatly from disease, he refused to abandon his work, and 
performed several important surgical operations only a few hours 
before his death. 

In his death the army has lost a kind-hearted, faithful and 


efficient officer; the country a pure patriot, and the medical profes- 
sion one of its brightest ornaments. 

I am, sir, respectfully, your obedient servant, 

George G. Shumard, M- D., 
Medical Director Danville District. 

The following letter is from Gen. W. H. Lytle to the Cincin- 
nati Commercial: 


Editors Commercial: — The announcement of the sudden death 
of this distinguished medical officer, at Perryville, will be received 
with profound sorrow in Ohio. Surgeon McMeens was one of the 
ranking medical officers in the Ohio line, his commission in the 
service bearing date April, 1861. He was originally commissioned 
Surgeon in the Third Regiment of Ohio Volunteers, a veteran reg- 
iment which did good service in Virginia, and which 'recently at 
Chaplin Hills, side by side with the 10th Ohio, the 15th Ken- 
tucky, the 42d and 88th Indiana, and Loomis' battery, constituting 
the 17th brigade, covered itself all over with glory'. A few days 
before the battle, Dr. McMeens was • appointed acting Medical 
Director of the 10th division, commanded by the lamented Jackson 
of Kentucky. The writer of this notice met him at Perryville 
three days after the fight, apparently in his usual health; but it is 
quite probable that over exertion, fatigue and anxiety in hi's depart- 
ment, had brought on the illness which so suddenly terminated his 
career. Surgeon McMeens was a resident of Sandusky City, Ohio, 
where his professional abilities had secured him an extensive and 
remunerative practice, while his estimable qualities endeared him 
to a large, circle of attached and appreciative friends. Impelled by 
a high sense of duty, and the noblest of motives, he exchanged at 
the very beginning of the rebellion the endearments and comforts 
of home for the perils and hardships of the tented field. Through 
the dark ravines, and over rugged mountains of western Virginia 
under Rosecrans; through Kentucky, Tennessee and northern 
Alabama under Mitchell and Rosecrans; and back again through all 
the vicissitudes of BuePs last campaign, to where it terminated, in 
the sanguinary struggle at Chaplin Hills, he discharged with 
the utmost skill, faithfulness and heroism, his varied and respon- 
sible duties. His devoted care and watchfulness, the strict observ- 
ance which he compelled to the laws of hygiene and police, ren- 


dered the camps of his regiment at Huntsville and elsewhere, 
models in the service. Officers and men had implicit faith in his 
professional skill, while his noble, genial and chivalric traits of 
character, linked all hearts to him inseparably. No soldier, how- 
ever humble, ever complained of his neglect, nor accused him of 
sacrificing duty to his personal comfort. The eye of the invalid 
brightened at his presence, and as he moved through the dreary 
hospitals, crowded with the ghastly harvests of war, despairing 
sufferers turned toward him on their pallets and smiled hopefully 
once more. Beloved and lamented by all who knew him, a brave, 
whole-souled, gallant gentleman, thus, with "harness on," discharg- 
ing faithfully the high behests of his profession, died Robert R. 
McMeens. Ohio will offer up no nobler sacrifice on our country's 


Chester Wool worth was born in Longmeadow, Mass., April 
1st, 1817. In the spring of 1819 his parents removed to Westfield, 
Mass., and settled upon a farm. At the early age of four years he 
commenced his district school life. In the school of those days, 
reading, spelling, writing and arithmetic, with a sprinkling of 
grammar and geography, were taught. 

Younat Chester was apt to learn, and occasioned little or no 
trouble to his teachers, and was a general favorite with all. As he 
grew in years he grew in knowledge, outstripping his schoolmates, 
especially in arithmetic. Thus in his early years he showed that 
application, and perseverance, which crowned his after life with so 
great success. 

Left at nine years of age without a father to train and control 
him, he literally clove to his mother, whose watchful hand, brave 
heart, and true motherly devotion, made a deep impression upon 
the heart of the son. A widow with four young children, of 
whom Chester was the oldest, left with the homestead, a small 
farm, situated among those New England hills, not the most fertile 
or best of land, with a considerable encumbrance upon the same, 
would make the outlook very discouraging, but she rose above all 
these difficulties and by self-sacrifice, hard work and careful man- 
agement, she paid the encumbrance and reared her four children, 
not only with good common school, but academic education, and 


with habits of industry and economy, which served them so 
well in after life, The farm was leased for a while upon shares ; 
young Chester with his brothers working out for the munificent 
sum of twelve and a half cents per day. But this was carefully 
kept and handed over to the mother. When twelve years old he 
received four dollars per month for six months. With the amount 
all in silver, he carries his bag, in his long walk home, with some 
apprehension of robbery on the way, but on reaching home, this 
too was given to the mother to help lift the debt upon the place. 
Thus were the summers occupied, while in the winter he attended 
the Westfield Academy, walking three miles each way. 

In this way and by studying and reading evenings, he obtained 
an excellent education; and if means had permitted would have 
taken a collegiate course. 

He was offered a clerkship in a store and accepted, which ended 
his school privileges. For a short time he was in one of the Hart- 
ford banks, then in New York and Buffalo, and with something of 
the western spirit, he moves on west as far as La Gro, Indiana, 
here entering into a partnership in a general country store, remain- 
ing about two years. 

In 1843 he was married to Miss Lucy Bartlett, of Westfield, 
Mass., and in December, 1844, came to Sandusky, which has been 
his home since that time, with the exception of one year spent at 
Dubuque, Iowa. 

Before going to Dubuque he was engaged in the dry goods 
and notion store, known as the White store. Then followed the 
stove and tin business on Water street with Mr. A. H. Gale as 

On his return from Dubuque, lie entered with his brother 
James into the axe handle business. The war came; an unusual 
demand arose for handles; prices greatly advanced; the govern- 
ment used a great many; profits were large. So the brothers by 
careful attention to business, by prudent and judicious management, 
met with great success. Finally, in 1885, the business was re- 
moved from Sandusky. Since then Mr. Woolworth has been 
engaged in several enterprises, continuing active in business until 
his health began to give way. For a year or more before his death 
his friends could see that he was failing. The months, then the 
weeks, and finally the days, were telling upon his health. So the 
body wasted away, until the spirit took its flight above, (January 


5th, 188*7,) where there will be no wearing out, but all will be 
bright and joyous in the strength and presence of the Master. 

Mr. Woolworth united with the Centre Church, Hartford, Ct., 
when quite a young man. He was faithful in his church relations 
to the close; attending not only upon the Sunday service, but the 
weekly prayer meeting. Always giving according to his means, 
and as trustee, or member, giving his time and counsel in church 
matters. As a business man, Mr. Woolworth was active, earnest, 
and true to his word, and highly honorable in all his dealings. He 
took great interest in the welfare of our city; was ready to help in 
every way in all the public improvements. 

As a friend, he was kind and generous, willing ever to lend a 
helping hand in time of need. 

To his family he was all in all. Ever gentle, kind and affec- 
tionate; watching over them with a true husband's love, and a 
devoted father's care. 

But he has gone to his reward. The city, the church, his 
many friends, as well as his family, realize that they have met 
with a great loss. 


By J. A. Camp, of Sandusky. 

The subject of this sketch was born the 10th of August, 1788, 
in Culpepper county, Va., and died in Washington, D. C, while 
there on a visit, the 21st of February, 1855. His remains were 
brought to Sandusky and were buried with Masonic honors in 
Oakland cemetery. 

As one of the early settlers of Sandusky, though not one of 
the earliest, a notice of his life is sought by the Firelands Pioneer. 

On the 15th of November, 1809, at the age of twenty-one, he 
Was appointed by President Madison a midshipman in the Navy 
of the United States. He served as such until the 25th of May, 

1811, when he resigned. 

On declaration of war by this country against Great Britian, 
known as the "War of 1812," he sought and obtained an appoint- 
ment as 1 si Lieutenant in the 12th U. S. Infantry, March 12th, 

1812, and was commissioned to rank from the 6th of July of the 
same year. In that rank he went with part of his regiment from 
his nativ-e place in Culpepper county, Va., on foot to the Niagara 


frontier near Buffalo, N. Y. On this journey he passed through 
the then great wilderness of Pennsylvania and western New York. 
Once on the frontier he was appointed Regimental Quartermaster. 
He probably served in that department with that rank, until May 
of 1813. From the latter date he bore the rank of Captain in the 
]2th Infanty and was Asst. Quartermaster General, by appointment 
dated Nov. 14, 1813, to rank from the former date. In the suc- 
ceeding year, April V, 1814, he was made Deputy Quartermaster 
General, and was commissioned Sept. 'Zth, 1814, with the rank of 
Major. *In October, 1813, he appears as the Quartermaster, fur- 
nishing the transportation for part of our army then at Ft. George 
at the mouth of Niagara river, to Sackett's Harbor on Lake Ontario. 
The army had to go via Canandaigua and this movement was 
undoubtedly a tedious and difficult matter as it was mostly, if not 
entirely, through a wilderness. 

When appointed Deputy Quartermaster General in ]814 he had 
orders to report to Maj. Gen. Brown, then commanding on the 
Niagara frontier. During the winter of 1813 and spring of 1814 
lie was employed along that frontier. The plan of the campaign 
for the year 1814 involved the invasion of Canada from Buffalo to 
Ft. Erie. The British having collected and destroyed very nearly 
all the boats on the lake, means for water transportation across the 
Niagara river had to be created. Gen. Winfield Scott, then a 
Colonel, serving on that frontier under Gen. Brown, and who 
was with his command to take part in the invasion, thus speaks of 
the efforts of the subject of this sketch. Referring to the means 
to cross the Niagara river he says: f'For the perfection of these 
means the army was indebted to the extraordinary zeal and abilities, 
of the Quartermaster, Capt. John G. Camp, who with other high 
claims to promotion, continued the chief of that branch of the staff 
throughout the campaign without other reward than compliments." 
On the occasion of the actual crossing, which was on the 14th of 
June, 18 11, Major Camp went in the same boat with Col. Scott, as 
a volunteer. On this occasion an incident occurred which is 
related in a speech made at Sandusky, O., on the 14th of October, 
L852, by Gen. Scott, at the ''Exchange 5 ' in that city, printed in the 
issue of the 8th, of the Sandusky Register] he says, amongst other 
matters complimentary to Major Camp, as to his procuring under 

Hien. Scotts autobiography. Vol. 1, Page 104. 

|o; on. Scott's Autobiography, Vol. 1, Page 122.— Mansfields' Life of Scott, Page 103. 


seemingly impossible difficulties the means of transportation: 
'And what is more, he had the honor of leading on that occasion 
my brigade; and he stood side by side with me on the little quarter 
deck of that boat by which we landed under the heavy fire of the 
enemy, though I had to swim for my life and he assisted me, pluck- 
ing me up or I should have been drowned. He took me by the 
collar while struggling in the stream and pulled me over the bows. 
But for Major Camp, there my little history would have ended." 

Major Camp was in the battle of Chippewa, fought on the 5th 
of July, and in that of Lundy's Lane fought July 25th, 1814. The 
latter battle continued into the night and the troops of both sides 
were confused and mixed with their opponents. On one of these 
occasions the Major received a slight wound in the knee and was a 
prisoner for some ten minutes, when some part of our army appear- 
ing he was released. 

Major Camp continued to act until peace was made, as Chief 
Quartermaster on that frontier. 

In August of 1814, Major Camp was twenty-five years of age 
and thus it appears that these services were rendered and honors 
won at an exceptional early age. 

I will cite a passage in a letter of Gen. Scott's dated in Feb- 
ruary, 1841, intended to be laid before the legislature of Virginia 
in conclusion of the account of this part of his career: "He was 
particularly distinguished as chief of the Quartermaster's depart- 
ment. He organized, nay, created the means of that branch of the 
staff, which gave the Army of Niagara the success which it attained 
and when active operations commenced was ever ready to encounter 
the dangers of the field. These great services were always hand- 
somely acknowledged by Gen. Brown, and were he alive, I next 
in rank, should deem it superfluous to add my humble testimony 
to the weight of his conclusive approbation." 

Major Camp was mustered out of service after the peace -on 
the disorganization and reduction of the army, Jan. 15, 1815. 

Three days before the crossing of the army at Ft. Erie, June 
14, 1814, Major Camp was married to Rhoda Barker at Hamburg, a 
village a few miles from Buffalo. He left his bride of three days 
and before she saw him or heard from him again the armies had 
crossed to Canada and the battles of Ft. Erie, Chippewa and 


Lundy's Lane had been fought, in all of which he participated. 

After the war he settled in Buffalo and lived there some twenty 
years. He saw it grow from nothing (for every house but one was 
burned by the British) to a city of 20,000 people. He participated 
in its early struggles and bore his part in all its enterprises.* 

His connection with Erie county, Ohio, began in 1831. In 
July of that year he bought of Ebenezer Jessup, of Connecticut, 
6080 33-100 acres of land, which was conveyed by deed of that date, 
for the consideration of $6080.33 or one dollar per acre. This land 
was situated in Margaretta Tp. He sold this land off usually to 
actual settlers. This purchase included lands in the 1st, 2d, 3d 
and 4th sections of Margaretta Tp. and annexation. There were 
54 different original lots or surveys. Some of these are now owned 
and occupied by the Caswells, Whites, Graves, Ainslies, &c. 
Many of them are valued at a hundred dollars per acre or over. 
This is a noteworthy increase in value in 55 years, of purely 
agricultural lands. 

In this deed, Venice is referred to as "Jessopville, formerly 
Venice." "The distillery" is one of the monuments named. So 
whisky preceded flour in Venice — as corn did wheat as a crop 
among the farmers. 

In 1834 Major Camp came to Sandusky with his family. He 
had previously purchased, in conjunction with Mr. O. Follett and 
the late Mr. Thos. IsTeill, a part of the town plat of the old proprie- 
tors. Sandusky was then a village of some 400 inhabitants. With 
the new proprietors the town took a start. Among the enterprises 
of Maj. Camp was that of a steam flouring mill, a saw mill and a 
foundry; three very useful and in fact essential things in a new 
country. The steam mill is now the three story stone part of the B. 
& O. depot or shops. The walls were put up by the old proprietors 
and sold to Maj. Camp.f The saw mill was the next east and the 
foundry east of that. These buildings occupied the whole block of 
Water lots. The flouring mill had the best of machinery for four 

*In 1825 he was appointed by Dewitt Clinton, Governor of New York, "Inspector of 24th 
division of N. Y. Militia." The commission for this office is signed, "Dewitt Clinton, General 
and Commander in Chief of all the Militia and Admiral of the Navy." 

tThis structure was undertaken to furnish work for the purchasers of lots of the old pro- 
prietors, and more than one purchaser paitly or wholly paid the purchase money of their lots 
on this building by labor. Mr. Forman worked to pay for his purchase, the southwest corner 
of Perry and Water streets. The building- occupied by Mr. Kunzman on Water street was 
put up in the same manner. 


run of stones. It drew large supplies of wheat from the surround- 
ing country. It absorbed a large amount of money and was never 
remunerative property. Milling by steam then was only possible 
when the country was a wilderness and wood an actual drug. When 
that time passed as it soon didand when Venice and Castalia water 
mills were built the steam mill at Sandusky ceased to run. The 
saw mill was of course a great element in the growth of the town. 
This was hefore the milling of pine lumber had started in Michigan. 
Our early houses were built of oak, walnut and poplar. 

On the completion of the Sandusky, Mansfield & Newark 
Railroad the entire block was sold to that corporation. The milling 
machinery part of the steam mill was taken to Manhattan and 
there put into a flouring mill run by water from the canal. The 
saw mill went out of existence and the foundry was moved to the 
corner of Water and Warren streets where it continued to do 
business for many years. 

Major Camp assisted in procuring Erie county to be set off 
from Huron county in 1838, and in making Sandusky the county 
seat. He spent two winters in Columbus on that busines. He was 
an early advocate of railroads and one of the first contributors to 
the stock of the Old Mad. River and Lake Eric R. R., and for a 
time director. 

In the view of Major Camp and others like him the contributing 
to such public enterprises was chiefly with the end to develop 
the country and build up the city and so indirectly benefit their 
private enterprises. And such generally was the result. Not 
infrequently, moreover, the contributors themselves reaped little 
or no benefit. But public spirit stimulated all. If a church was 
to be built, help was given by worshippers in other sanctuarys. 
A good instance of this and of the kind of public spirit shown, is 
the subscription to Grace Church in this city which now lies before 
me. While Major Camp and others expected to worship 
within its walls, it bears the names of members of other churches 
followed by substantial amounts. Amongst others I may notice 
that of the venerable pioneer John Beatty — Squire Beatty, who was 
a pillar of the Methodist Church. That society had the first build- 
ing for public worship built in this city. 

Major Camp was ever an active, ardent politician. He was a 
personal friend and supporter of Wm. Henry Harrison who was 
elected by the Whigs. On his death, John Tyler succeeding 


appointed Major Camp U. S. Marshal of the District of Middle 
Florida the 22d of March, 1841, Daniel Webster then being Secre- 
tary of State. Florida was then a territory and had within its 
borders numbers of refugees from justice from states north, as well 
as settlers of the adventurous class ever advancing beyond the 
lines of civilization. They pushed their private quarrels to the 
extremest limit and some had refused to obey the warrants of the 
judges and set the law at defiance. Major Camp was advised of 
the state of affairs. One of the means to extort obedience to the 
writs of the court, was as original as effective. He selected two of 
the better class, reckless fellows, and persuaded them to accept 
appointments as his deputies. Pie personally assured them, and 
all others, that the laws would be enforced, his writs served and 
the arrests made. The men proved staunch and loyal and the 
show of firmness and determination broke down all opposition. 
Several of the most contumacious and those of good social standing- 
surrendered themselves; others fled the territory and went to Texas. 
In a year no complaint could be made that the law did not reign 
there as elsewhere. Major Camp held office four years and then 
returned to Sandusky about 1847-8. He remained in Sandusky as 
a resident until the time of his death. 

Major Camp had had large and varied experience; had great 
practical knowledge of affairs. Few men living when he did, bad 
as large an acquaintance throughout the Union as he. He was a 
man of deeds rather than words; of a generous, ardent and impet- 
uous disposition. Easily conciliated and a true and steadfast 
friend. Personally popular, over six feet in height, he had the 
manner, bearing and carriage, of a gentleman of the old school. 
His death was greatly regretted by all classes of people. 


By II. M. demons. 

Alexander demons, son of John and Mary McClellan dem- 
ons was born at Hiram, Oxford Co., Maine, February 11, 1794. 
His first wife, Angeline I Iollister, to whom he was married Feb- 
ruary 11, 1824, was born in Connecticut, April 5, 1800, and died 
March 24, 1861. Of fourteen children born to them, eleven sons 
and three daughters, the five eldest were born in Sandusky, the others 
at Marblehead. Nine sons and two daughters are still "living, all 
within sound of the dinner bell except one son, now in the gov- 


ernment employ at Little Rock, Arkansas. Mr. Clemons was 
married to his second wife September 2, 1862. Mr. demons' 
father moved from the east to Ohio in 1817, locating at Sandusky, 
where he was engaged in the cabinet and undertaking business. 
His mother died in Sandusky, in 1832; his father moved to Mar- 
blehead, Ohio, with him in 1834, where he died in 1855. 

Alexander Clemons owned and worked the extensive lime- 
stone quarries of Marblehead for over forty years, quarrying and 
shipping manv thousand tons yearly. He opened the first quarry 
on thf> point. I have heard father relate some of the incidents of 
his early life on the Marblehead; in 1837, when the so-called 
patriot war was at its height, he hitched a team to a sleigh and 
drove over with a party on the ice to see the fun as he called it. 
When the 160 patriots met the British, they went as far as Pelee 
island where they came near being captured by a squad of British 
regulars, and cone-hided they had seen all the fun they wanted and 

He used to travel from here to Detroit on foot, there being no 
railroad in that day, going by way of Toledo through what was 
called the black swamp, a distance of over 100 miles. 

When he came on the Point it was almost a wilderness; the 
wild prairie grass grew so high that when you were horseback you 
could just see over the top of it, now there is none. The place 
was well stocked with deer and the wolves used to make the night 
hideous; but they are all gone and no trace left except now and 
then a stray deer. 

Alexander Clemons was a pensioner, he being one of the 
soldiers of 1812, belonging to the New York militia in Captain 
McClure's Co. He had also three sons go through the rebellion, 
serving over three years each. 

Father Clemons died March 12, 1886. A sight seldom seen 
was presented at his funeral; every one of his eleven children with 
their companions, except oiw son-in-law, deceased, and many grand- 
children, numbering over sixty were there to follow him to his 
last resting place. His sons reverently did the last earthly office 
for father, placing him tenderly away to peacefully sleep until 
the resurrection morn. 


Abel Kingsbury West was born in Pittsheld, Mass., October 


22, 1817. His father was a man of prominence and decided char- 
acter, and his mother a woman of intelligence and energy. Pass- 
ing his boyhood days upon his father's farm, in common with New 
England boys of that day, he laid the foundation for that upright, 
honorable integrity that characterized his after life. 

A limited common school education was all he ever enjoyed, 
but of this he made the most, and had the practical ability to use 
what he knew. Although of a delicate and nervous temperament 
he always showed, as a boy, the same perseverance and constancy 
of application that marked his career as a man. 

At eighteen years of age he bade farewell to the paternal roof 
and started but with a firm determination to make his way in the 
world. He acted as clerk in a small store for a year and then en- 
tered the large dry goods house of Quackenbosh & Lee of Troy, 
N. Y., where his clear understanding and untiring attention to 
business won for him the confidence of the firm, and at 22 years 
of age he was given the entire charge of one branch of the retail 
department. This responsible position, requiring so much tact 
and skill in managing, overtaxed his constitution and he was taken 
violently ill with inflammatory rheumatism, a malady which re- 
turned several times in his life and which finally caused his death. 

In 1841, at the request of his brother, William T. West, he 
cante to Sandusky and together they commenced a dry goods bus- 
iness on Water street on the site now occupied by William Rob- 
ertson as a grocery store. 

In 1848 they took possession of the one on Columbus avenue 
which is at present occupied by his brother, so that for more than 
45 years the store of W. T. <fc A. K. West has been a landmark to 
the old pioneers, who are rapidly passing away. 

In 1853 the brothers commenced building the large hotel 
which still bears their name. This was a great venture for them 
at the time and taxed the skill and energy of them both to their 
utmost. It was completed and thrown open to the public at the 
time of the state fair in 1858. 

Mr. West as a business man was clear in his perceptions, cau- 
tious and experienced, and when his judgment was settled as to 
any course of action he pursued it boldly and liberally. He was 
a model merchant, intense in his nature, strict and exacting of 
those in his employ, showing small sympathy to the indolent and 
shiftless, but to those who were faithful in their duties he was a 


firm friend and judicious counsellor. He was a regular attendant 
of the Presbyterian church, manifested a deep interest in its wel- 
fare and was one of its most liberal supporters. 

He was married in 1860 and leaves a wife and two daughters. 
He was kind and sympathetic in all the relations of life and a true 
and faithful friend. He died after a short and severe illness, 
April 16, 1880 and was buried in Oakland cemetery. 


By John Youngs, Jr. 

And still another has departed. Slowly they are passing 'out 
of the country they have helped to settle and are going to swell the 
population of a much better world. 

Captain John Youngs was born in Oswego, N. Y., on the 6th 
day of April, 1814, amid the exciting scenes of the war of 1812. 
When but an infant the city was burned by the British, and the 
family were forced to fly. They embarked in a small sloop and sailed 
to the mouth of the Niagara river, where they were transported 
around the world famous Niagara Falls and reembarked on Lake 
Erie. They finally reached Sandusky bay and falling in love with 
the beautiful place decided to locate. Their first home was on the 
peninsula near what is now called Fox's dock hi, the old "Indian 
Orchard." They lived here and at divers other places around the 
bay until they finally settled in Venice, where Captain Youngs 1 
father embarked in the hotel business, being proprietor of the 
Venice City Hotel. Reared on the bay shore he early became in- 
terested in lake navigation and followed this line of business until 

In 1838 he was married to Miss Orinda Dewey. Eight child- 
ren were the fruit of this marriage, three of which still remain to 
deplore the loss of (heir father. In 1849 the Captain was appoint- 
ed Collector of Customs at the port of Sandusky. He held this 
position for about a year when a controversy arose between him 
and his deputy which culminated in a newspaper quarrel between 
the two contestants and the result was the removal of Captain 
Youngs and the filling of his place by Harlow Case. Case subse- 
quently absconded with his deputy's wife and $30,000 of govern- 
ment funds. Captain Youngs engaged in different occupations 
until Lincoln became president and then he was immediately re- 


instated to his old place in the Custom House. On the loth of 
May, 1867, he was again married, to Mrs. Mary McGee, who still 
survives him with their only son. In 1874 he resigned his posi- 
tion in the Custom House and retired to private life. He 
passed away after a long and severe illness of live months, on the 
31st day of January, 1886. His funeral took place from the fam- 
ily residence on Franklin street. His remains were escorted to 
their final resting place in Oakland cemetery by his many friends 
and relatives who all felt that they had lost a true friend and rel- 


From the Sandusky Register of July 11, 1875. 

Of the more prominent business men of "Sandusky, Lester 
S. Hubbard, whose death is announced this morning, was one of 
the most highly and extensively known. His death will prove a 
serious loss not only to the. Second National Bank of which he has' 
been president since its organization in 1864, but to the business 
interests of the entire city. Lester S. Hubbard, son of John Hub- 
bard and Mabel Barnard Hubbard, was born on the 16th of Decem- 
ber, 1807, in Windsor, Hartford county, Connecticut, where his 
family had been settled for many generations. He secured a lib- 
eral education and when only nineteen years of age, removed to 
New York and there engaged in merchantile business until the 
autumn of 1834, when he came to Sandusky, where lias been his 
home and place of business for forty years. In company with him 
came Timothy Lester; the two, forming a copartnership under the 
firm name of Hubbard & Lester, engaged in the sale of general 
merchandise. In 1836 he went to Columbus, Ohio, where he re- 
mained one year, and then returned to Sandusky, reengaging in 
mercantile business with his brother, S. E. Hubbard. In 1841 
another brother, R. B. Hubbard, bacame a member of the firm; 
subsequently he became actively engaged in the forwarding and 
commission business, then an important trade of this port. In 
1855 he became associated with F. T. Barney and William Dur- 
bin in banking, under the firm name of Barney, Hubbard & Dur- 
bin. Upon the organization of the Second National Bank of San- 
dusky he was elected its first president, and served the bank 
in that capacity until his death. Under his capable and prudent 


management the bank prospered, and its stock greatly appreciated 
in value. He became the owner of much valuable real estate in 
Sandusky and built upon it many large and ornamental 
structures. In business he was eminently practical and of good 
judgment, honest in purpose, lenient and kind to the unfortunate. 
He was a man of a broad and cultured mind; was patriotic and 
statesman-like in his views. In public affairs he was much inter- 
ested, and to promote the public good he was always ready to help. 
To his family he was a devoted husband, a kind and generous 
father, and an hospitable host. In social life he was a model 
gentlemen, a dignified, polite and cheerful companion. His place 
among men will be difficult to fill. 


By 0. C. McLouth. 

Amos McLouth was born in Berkshire county, Mass., Feb. 16, 
1793, and died at Bedford, Monroe county, Mich., Jan. 12, 1870. 

At sixteen years of age he left home and was variously em- 
ployed until the fall of 1817, when he emigrated from western 
New York to Groton township, now in Erie county, where he was 
engaged in farming for several years and was married. 

In August, 1821, when O. C. McLouth, his oldest child, was 
four weeks old, he moved to the "Ogontz Place," now Sandusky, 
where he remained with an interval of a few months spent in 
Ontario county, N. Y., until April, 1835, when he bought a farm 
in and returned to Groton and remained there seven years. He 
then removed to Sandusky county, O., staid a few months, but 
owing to some sickness in the family and death of two grown-ii]) 
daughters, he returned to Erie county where he remained a few 
months, then purchased another farm in Sandusky county and 
returned there and remained several years. Having sold his farm 
he removed to Bedford, Monroe county, Mich., in April, 1845, 
where he died as above stated. 

Mr. McLouth was a farmer, a public spirited and genial man, 
a quiet, neighborly and patriotic citizen, a good husband and kind 

Eleanor Colvin McLouth, widow of Amos McLouth, was born 
in Kingsbury, Washington county, N. Y., October 27, 1802, and 
died at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. Fanny DeWitt, at 


Toledo, O., August 25th, 1885, in the eighty-third year of her age. 

She came to Ohio with her parents, arriving at Huron May 
18th, 1818. The family settled in G-roton, where she remained 
until after her marriage to Amos McLouth, and the birth of her 
eldest son when they removed to Sandusky. She was the mother 
of ten children, three sons and seven daughters; her oldest son, 
O. C. McLouth, of Sandusky, Mrs. Charlotte M. Bristoll, of 
Lambertville, Mich., and Mrs. Fanny J. DeWitt, of Toledo, O., still 
survive her. 

Mrs. McLouth (known generally as "Aunt Ellen") was a woman 
of extraordinary tenderness and generosity of heart; was a woman 
who never had an enemy, and who never tired of doing for the 
sick and unfortunate. She was an affectionate and faithful wife, 
a loving and good mother, and a consistent and sincere Christian. 

For several years before her death, up to the end, she was a 
great sufferer, but was cheerful and uncomplaining, and died 
deeply mourned by all who knew her. 

Her remains repose by the side of her husband at Lambert- 
ville, Monroe county, Michigan. 


By E. W. Sadler, of Sandusky. * 

Mrs. Susan B. Caldwell, who died at Sandusky on the 7th of 
May, 1886, was an early pioneer of Huron county, O. She was the 
widow of the late Judge S. B. Caldwell, whose biography is found 
on page 112, volume XI, old series, of the Firelands Pioneer. 

She was born in Norwalk, in the state of Connecticut, in 
August, 1806. She was one of the daughters of John and Ruth 
Boalt, and of nine sisters and three brothers, only four are now 
living, viz: John M. Boalt and Clara Butler, of Sandusky; Iantha 
B. Strong, of Oxford, Erie county; and Martha Moss, of Osborn, 
Greene county, O. C. L. Boalt, formerly of Norwalk, was one of 
her brothers, a man distinguished for his ability and well known 
in all this part of the state. 

Her father and family came to Ohio and located at Norwalk 
in 1818, and resided there two or three years. In 1823 they moved 
to Sandusky, where for a number of years her father kept the 
Steam Boat Hotel. 

She was married to Samuel B. Caldwell in February, 182 7. 


After her marriage," she and her husband ^resided in Bloomingville 
until 1830 when they removed to Sandusky and resided there till 
their deaths. 

The writer of this was intimately acquainted with both Judge 
Caldwell and his estimable wife. She was a woman possessing all 
of the most sterling virtues. She was a devoted wife, a most sin- 
cere and consistent Christian; hospitable and kind in the extreme, 
at her home, any one received a warm and hearty welcome. She 
had no children, but her generous nature and kindness of heart 
made her as tender and kind as a mother to all that came under 
her roof. Her domestic virtues, benevolent spirit and universal 
kindness, were among her most prominent characteristics. Her 
husband left her a large estate, which, by will, she wisely distrib- 
uted among his and her relations, remembering especially those 
she thought the most needy, and giving a reasonable share to pub- 
lic and charitable institutions. 

After a long and lingering illness she died the death of the 
good and the righteous, without one enemy, but leaving thousands 
to mourn and regret her departure. 


By her granddaughters. 

Died in Sandusky, on September 20th, 1881, of typhoid fever, 
after three weeks' illness, Mrs. Mary A. McGee, widow of S. M. 
McGee, aged 66 years. She was born in Washington county, N. Y., 
October, 1815. Emigrated with her parents to Meadville, Pa., 
when young, and from there to near Cleveland, O., and at the age 
of 17 years removed to Sandusky, where she made her home with 
an uncle's family. When 18, she* was married to Samuel McGee, 
as above stated. After her marriage, she with her husband 
•struggled on faithfully; never attaining wealth, but such comforts as 
could be procured by industry and economy. Five children were 
born to them, all of whom she raised with a Christian mother's 
care. Two of her children survive her. Her husband died in 1854, 
leaving her to struggle on as best she could. Her record is: A 
good neighbor and friend. 


Pelatiah Strong died in Bloomingville, Erie county, O., Feb- 


ruary 25th, 1881, at the age of 74 years, 2 months and 3 days. He 
was born in Homer, Cortland county, N. Y., December 22d, 1806. 
He moved with his father's family to Lyme, Huron county, O., in 
1815. He was married to Miss Iantha Boalt, April 5th, 1829, in 
Bloomingville, Erie county, O. They settled in Lyme, Huron 
county^ living there till the year 1854. When they moved to 
Illyria, Fayette county, Iowa, and remained there until 1865 wjien 
he moved with his family to Bloomingville, where he died. He 
was a sober, industrious man, upright and honest in all his busi- 
ness affairs. A kind hushand, a loving father and a much 
respected neighbor. 


Died at Sandusky, Erie county, Ohio, October 24th, 1886, 
Clarifesa S., wife of William H. McFall, in the 66th year of her age. 

The subject of this notice was born in Townsend township, 
Huron county, O., May 26th, 1821. Her father, Jasper Miles, 
settled in that township in 1817, at which place and in Milan and 
Berlin townships he lived up to the time of his death. Clarissa 
S., his sixth child, always resided on the Firelands. 


By C. B. Dennis. 

Eben J. Dennis was born in Queensbury, Washington county, 
N. Y., May 8, 1796. He moved from Washington to Onondaga 
county, N. Y., about 1805, and lived in Onondaga and Oswego 
counties up to the time of his removal to Ohio. Mr. Dennis was 
married July 15, 1818, to Amanda Caldwell, a sister of the late 
Judge S. B. Caldwell of Sandusky. To them were born a family 
of eight children, five of whom are still living; the eldest, a 
daughter, being sixty-seven years of age. 

Mr. Dennis moved to Ohio in 1852 and settled on a farm 2| 
miles south of Sandusky where he lived until 1883 when he moved 
into the city and resided there until his death, September 11, 1886. 
He enjoyed the love and respect of his family and a very large 
circle of friends. His health remained remarkably good and his 
mind clear and vigorous up to a short time before death. And 
when the dread summons came he met it with the same manly 


fortitude that characterized his long and useful life. He was a 
good representative of the long line of noble pioneers that have 
made the Western Reserve what it is; almost a Paradise. He re- 
ceived a pension for long and honorable service at Sackett's 
harbor during the war of 1812. 

Mrs. Dennis survives her husband, and notwithstanding her 
advanced age enjoys very good health. 


By F. W. Alvord. 

Sophia Patrick was born in Sullivan, Madison county, N. Y., 
January, 1798. She had nine brothers and sisters, she being the 
seventh, and all of them like herself living far beyond the allotted 
time and some more than four score and ten. 

Shepherd Patrick, of Norwalk, Matthew Patrick, of Athens, 
Amos Patrick, of Johet, 111., and Maria Patrick Haseltine, of Wis- 
consin, her brothers and sister, are the only children of the family 
besides herself who looked to the West for homes. One, Spicer 
Patrick, found his in Virginia and died but a short time ago, aged 
almost one hundred years. 

In 1826, Sophia Patrick married Nehemiah Sprague and moved 
to Lyons,Wayne county, N. Y. Seven children were born to them; 
Henry, Elizabeth, Caroline, Sophia, Sarah, Maria and Charles. 

In '48 her husband died and then began the struggle which so 
many have fought, and so few battled to success. The business 
affairs of Mr. Sprague being left in an unsettled condition, what 
should have been saved for the mother and little ones was con- 
sumed in the settlement of the estate. Being a woman of affairs 
and of wonderful executive ability, she comprehended the situation 
at once and commenced her work. 

Seven bodies to clothe and feed, seven minds to train and 
educate, was no small task for a woman, but she was equal to it 
and performed her work well. One by one they arrived at man 
and womanhood and were married, but until that time she provided 
them all a home and her work in that direction was not completed 
until there were none to look after. From that time on she found 
a comfortable home with those she had brought through trials and 
hardships from childhood to man and womanhood. Two of her 
daughters, Elizabeth and Sophia, married, one in 1858 and one in 


1856, and moved to Ohio and to that state she followed them, with 
the rest of her children, in 1856; since that time she has resided in 
Sandusky. As long as any of her children remained unmarried, 
she kept her own home for them; when they were all gone and 
her duty done to them, she took up her abode with the children to 
whom she had been so faithful. 

Few in the great battle of life achieve so successful a victory. 

The work of her earth life was completed November, 1886, 
having continued about 89 years. 

Her children now living are Mrs. Charles Drake, Catawba 
Island, Mrs. Fred Alvord, Mrs. E. H. Wilcox, Mrs. J. T. Beecher, 
of Sandusky, and Charles L. Sprague, of Dayton. 

Mrs. Sprague was for many years a member of the Presby- 
terian church, and died in that faith. She lived the life of a 
constant Christian, doing her duty as she understood it and doing 
it faithfully and well. 


By John G. Pool. 

Mr. A. H. Barber was born in the town of Georgia, state of 
Vermont, and died at Sandusky, O., without a pain or a struggle, 
of heart disease, November 7th, 1884. 

In his early manhood he taught school for some time in his 
native state. He went from Vermont to Troy, N. Y., and was 
engaged in the forwarding transportation business until he came 
to Sandusky, in the fall of 1835. He bought the brick store of the 
Hon. Eleutherius Cooke on the corner of Water and Jackson streets 
where he established the first hardware store in Sandusky. Mr. 
Alden was partner in the business. Mr. Alden died the next 
spring, and in December, 1836, Charles Barney came in as a partner 
the firm name being J3arber &• Barney, which name still marks the 
building. The new firm built a dock and warehouse in the rear of 
the store and did a forwarding and commission business in connec- 
tion with the store. About 1839 the firm sold the stock of hard- 
ware to F. T. Barney, who added dry goods, <fcc, to the stock. 

In the year 1841 the firm of B. & B. built the schooner 
Buckeye, tonage 148, and in 1847 they built the brig Columbia, 
tonage 176. These vessels classed amongst the largest on the 
lakes at that time. Chas. Barney died of cholera in 1849. The 


business of the firm of B. & B. was taken by F. T. Barney, Mr. 
Barber going into the employ of the Sandusky & Mansfield Rail- 
road Co. as station agent and manager at Sandusky; Mr. Burr 
Higgins being president at that time. 

After remaining there for several years Mr. Barber went into 
the grain and produce business with Mr. Lyon, the firm name being 
Barber & Lyon. After a year or two Mr. Lyon went to Detroit. 
Mr. Barber continued to do more or less grain and flour business 
for several years. He then engaged in the coal business, which he 
continued until his death. 

Mr. Barber was married to Miss Emeline Brooks, daughter of 
John Brooks, Esq., of Columbus, O., July 11, 1837. Mrs. Barber 
and their five children survive him, viz: J. Jay Barber, of Colum- 
bus, O., artist; Emeline B., now Mrs. J. G. Chandler, of St. Louis; 
Lieut.-Com. F. M. Barber, TL S. Navy; Mary A., now Mrs. J. R? 
Warfield, of St. Louis; Fannie B., now Mrs. F. E. Thompson, of 
Elkhart, Ind. 

Mr. Barber was a kind husband, indulgent parent, liberal in 
his charities, always giving to the needy when called upon; an 
extensive reader he kept well posted on the current events of the 
times; was often called on to manage the local government of the 
township and city, which was always done with fidelity and econ- 
omy; a social and genial companion, an unassuming gentleman, 
loved by all who knew him. His death was a great loss especially 
to his family and intimate friends and companions. 


By his wife. 

Edward Harmon Wilcox was born in Hudson, O., May 15, 1830. 
When he was three years of age the family moved to Rock Creek, 
in Ashtabula county. In 1844 moved to Cleveland with his parents 
where he attended the private seminary of R. B. Dennis for two 
years. He came to Sandusky in 1846 and entered the employ of 
his uncles, the Messrs. Hubbards, who were extensively engaged 
in the general mrchandise, produce and forwarding business. He 
remained with them eight years. 

In 1854 he was located at La Salle, 111., in the employ of one 
of the leading transportation companies of the country. Returned 
to Sandusky in 1855 and formed a partnership with Stiles E, 


Hubbard and his brother, R. M. Wilcox, to engage in the dry goods 
business. In 1871, Mr. Hubbard retired from the firm and Mr. 
Wilcox and his brother removed from the old location on Water 
street to Columbus avenue, where they continued extensively in 
the dry goods and carpet business. 

His well spent life was ended in Sandusky in the early morn- 
ing of February 17th, 1886. He was a man of sterling integrity, a 
faithful and consistent Christian, as a husband considerate and 
affectionate; as a father kind and indulgent, a neighbor of many 
good qualities and a firm friend, foremost in every good work. 
Always ready to help in any good cause, his courtesy and kindness 
constituted a character and won a reputation of which his family 
and friends may well be proud. His sickness was short, his de- 
parture sudden, but so he was willing it should be and "He went 
down with all sail set." 


By L. S. Hall. 

Alvan C. Hall was born in Brimfield (at that time called Wiles 
Town), Portage county, Ohio, February 18th, 1818. His home in 
early life was a rude log cabin in an almost unbroken wilderness. 
His advantages of education were such as the common schools of 
those days afforded, when the parents had to pay the school bill 
and furnish wood to keep the house warm with an old fashioned 
fire place. Being of studious nature he managed to get a very good 
practical education. 

At about sixteen years of age he made a profession of religion 
and united with the Congregational church of Brimfield, 1834. 
In 1836, he moved with his parents, one brother and two sisters, 
to Wakeman, the oldest brother being at Oberlin College. His 
father built a rude frame house into which the family moved 
with nothing but the siding on the outside to shield them from 
the blasts of winter. For several years after coming to Wakeman 
his time was spent chopping, and clearing land in summer, and 
teaching school in winter; there not being an acre of land cleared 
on the farm on which the family settled and which he has ever 
since occupied. He obtained a letter from the church in Brimfield 
and united with the 1st Congregational church of Wakeman, of 


which -he remained a member until the second church was organ- 
ized, he being one of the original twenty members of which the 
second church was formed, August 31st, 1844. 

Previous to this, October 6th, 1842, he was married to Cordelia 
Bostwick, of Edinburg, Portage county, Ohio, she bringing a 
letter from the Edinburg church, and uniting with the others to 
form the 2d Conrgegational church. He was the father of three 
children, one of whom, and the beloved companion have gone before 
him to the unseen shore. 

He was a man of very decided opinions where he thought he 
was in the right. He was with the first anti-slavery movements, 
voted a Liberty ticket when it was no honor to do so. He was 
radical on temperance, opposing not only the use of intoxicating 
liquors but tobacco in all its forms, and conscientiously opposed to 
secret societies because he thought them not consistent with 
Christianity; if in error in this it was of the head and not the 
heart. He had failings; who has not? 

He was an honest, upright citizen, a good neighbor, a kind 
and loving father. His work is finished. His record is made. 
He died October 31st, 1887, of cancer in the stomach. 


By Jno. G. Sherman. 

Abel Whitney was born in New Town, Connecticut, the 23d 
of September, 1797. He belonged to a large family, there being 
thirteen children. Early in life he learned the blacksmith trade, 
but in after life his principal business was farming. October 1, 
1821, he was married to Lavina G. Beecher, and in about three 
years moved to Hanover, Bridgewater, Connecticut, and from 
there to Sandy Hook. In 1849 he moved with his family to Ver- 
million, Ohio; after living there about a year he moved onto the 
Shafer farm in Birmingham. He soon after bought the Elias 
Denton farm and lived there 6 years. From there he went to 
Iowa where he remained 3 years. After returning he moved onto 
a farm in the south part of Wakeman township, where he re- 
mained one year. From there he moved onto what was known as 
the James Burhause farm in the east part of Wakeman township, 
where he died at the advanced age of 89 years, and 11 months, 
August 7, 1887. In 1824, he and his wife united with the Meth- 


odist Episcopal Church of Bridgewater with a number of others. 
There were nine children born to them, five sons and four 
daughters. Three sons and three daughters are still living, as' 
follows: Charles, Fred, Theodore, Eunice, (Mrs. Charles Shelton), 
Mrs. Hill and Amelia, (Mrs. W. A. Canfield, of Sandusky). 
Mrs. Whitney at an advanced age has gone to live with Mrs. Can- 
field, which she enjoys very much. 


By Rev. E. C. Long. 

The Painesville Telegraph of June 30th, 1887, contained the 
following notice: 

"Rev. S. B. Webster died at the residence of his daughter, 
Mrs. Edward M. Hitchcock, in Northfield, Minnesota, June 26, 1887. 
The remains were brought to Painesville and the funeral services 
attended at the residence of his daughter, Mrs. A. D. Malin, St. 
Clair street, Tuesday afternoon, Rev. E. C. Long, pastor of the 
Baptist church, officiating. 

Rev. Mr. Webster was for many years pastor of the Baptist 
church of this city and was beloved by all who knew him. He 
leaves a wife and two daughters to mourn the death of a kind and 
beloved husband and father. His age was 73." 

The facts of this brief notice came forcibly home to many 
hearts, bringing sorrow, arousing sympathy and kindling reflection- 
Sorrow, because the world has lost one of its purest and best of 
men, a church has lost a much loved pastor, and a family bereft of 
a kind and loving husband and father. Sympathy, because of both 
love and compassion. A large number of friends have by word or 
deed given expression to their love for Mr. Webster and their 
sympathy for the bereaved family. Many who could not be present 
at the funeral sent some token of their friendship; amorgthe most 
comforting of these should be numbered the letters received from 
diiferent parts of the state, all full of sympathy. Especially beau- 
tiful and kind were those received from Deacon J. W. Griggs, 
of Mansfield, Rev. Mr. Buel, Mr. and Mrs. S. B. Page, and Mrs. A. 
H. Adams, of Cleveland, Rev. Mr. Rapson, of Canton, members of 
the W. C. T. U., of Northfield, Minnesota, Mrs. Parr and Miss 
Lilly Parr, of Euclid. None the less comforting were some of the 
letters, because received the day before Rev. Mr. Webster's death, 
having been written by friends who felt that Mr. Webster could 


not recover from his illness. Reflection, because naturally the 
thoughts turn back to review the life of one whose record on earth, 
death has suddenly closed. Recollections of the past crowd 
hurriedly forward, jostling each other in their eagerness to be first 
presented as most important events or characteristics. Demanding 
a little order as to events, a few recollections of Mr. Webster, as 
they have been gathered from several of his relatives and friends, 
seek the privilege of being chronicled here. 

Mr. Webster was born in Jefferson, Ashtabula county, A. D., 
1813. Soon afterward his parents moved to Painesville, O., where 
they lived six years, and where, through the instruction of Prof. 
Huntington, Mr. Webster received his first knowledge of the 
English language. He then returned to Jefferson, where he lived 
until he entered Madison university in Hamilton, N. Y, 

Immediately after his return from school he began to preach 
the Gospel which he so much loved and to which he gave his life. 
He was ordained fifty years ago last February at Lima, and had 
his first pastorate at Monroeville, O. Afterwards he served as 
pastor of the Baptist church in Norwalk, O., and in Lockport, N. Y. 
Returning to his own state he was successively pastor at Mansfield, 
Painesville and Euclid, Ohio. One year he preached as supply at 

Painesville was a home to him always. Here lived a few of 
his relatives and many of his friends. Nowhere was he more loved; 
nowhere, perhaps, were his labors more blessed. During the ten 
years of his pastorate here the church membership was nearly 
doubled, the house of worship greatly improved and the Baptist 
society extended in influence. Especially strong is the friendship 
of those who were at that time members of the church. So long 
was he their pastor, so long did he minister to their joys and com- 
fort them in their sorrows, so often had he performed the rite of 
baptism, marriage and burial, and so was his life and their's inter- 
woven by common sympathy in the weal and woe of humanity, that 
no spiritual father can ever seem quite so like one of them as did 
Mr. Webster. 

At the time of his death he was pastor of the Baptist church 
at Euclid and was dearly beloved by his people. The interest which 
the young people of his church manifested during the past month 
in his welfare and the eagerness with which they looked for his 
recovery and return to his field of labor, show that Mr. Webster's 


spirit had never grown old. He lived not in the past but in the 
present, not separate from, but alive to and in sympathy with, the 
thought and interest of present time and generation. 

October 2, 183*7, Mr. Webster was United in marriage to Miss 
Harriet L. Morse, of Norwalk, O., who has shared his joys and 
sorrows all these years and Whose presence was permitted to soothe 
his last conscious hours. So nearly completed was the" half century 
of their married life that only a few weeks before his death his 
children had looked forward expectantly to a golden wedding the 
next October. But Mr. Webster has been "called unto the mar- 
riage supper of the Lamb," and no earthly treasure can compare 
with heaven's gift which fills him with "joy unspeakable and full 
of glory." 

Mr. Webster was the last man to desire that his name be 
glorified. His request was for ah exceedingly plain and simple 
funeral, such as left no room for eulogy, therefore nothing was 
attempted beyond a brief and simple tribute to his life and work, 
and a word of comfort to his sorrowing family. The three beautiful 
hymns which were sung by Mrs. Maltbie were those which Mr. 
Webster himself especially loved. Prayer was offered by Rev. O. 
M. Merrick, of Perry. Rev. E. C. Long took for the ground of 
his remarks 2d Samuel 19:36: "Thy servant will go a little way 
over Jordan with the King." He first spoke of the meaning of the 
words in their reference to Barzillai, then applied them in a spirit- 
ual sense to Mr. Webster, showing how his was the peaceful ending 
of a loyal, noble and loving life. Rev. G. O. King, of Cleveland, 
followed with remarks touching more particularly Mr. Webster's 
characteristics as a Christian minister and a godly man, and closed 
with a beautiful invocation for Divine aid and blessing to rest upon 
the bereaved family. 

It has been one of God's great gifts that he was spared to his 
family and friends so long, and even now the separation cannot be 
long, for he is but a little way over Jordan with the King. 


By R. C. Dean. 

Caroline, wife of George Perkins, of East Townsend, was 
born April 1, 1800, and died July 23, 1880, aged 86 years, 3 
months and 23 days, or 31,534 days. 

The deceased was the eldest daughter of Jonathan Brecken- 


ridge, in a family of eleven children, five sons and six daughters. 
From her childhood her father's house was the welcome home of 
the faithful Methodist ministry. Her religious impressions were 
very early, deep and abiding, though she did not unite with the 
church until January 18, 1818, At that time she was greatly 
aided by the ministry of David Lewis and Nicholas White. She 
was also instructed by such men of God as Bishop Hedding, 
George Peck and Thompson. She heard the first when he was 
Presiding Elder, and the latter when he preached the dedicatory 
sermon of the church at Townsend Center. 

At the age of thirty she was married to George Perkins, of 
Shelburn, Vermont. In 1846 they removed to Ohio and settled in 
Erie county until 1850 when they moved to Townsend Center, 
Huron county, Ohio. 

Thenceforward this philanthropic home has been a place of 
rest and refreshment with christian liberality to many, both minis- 
ters and members. She lived to see her four children members of 
the Methodist church, two of whom passed from the church mili- 
tant to the church triumphant before her, who may have given her 
a joyous welcome to those bright and glorious climes on high. 

For ten years she had been a great sufferer from consumption. 
But the wheels of life stood still at last, after having been a con- 
sistent christian sixty-eight years, a faithful wife fifty-six years; and 
as her tearful husband said: "she made home the dearest spot 
on earth." At one. time she said, "my one desire has been since I 
started for heaven to see the end of this christian journey.' 1 Again 
near the finale she said, "how long, O Lord, how long," A little 
later she whispered, "he is coming," the heart stood still and she 
was gone. 


Levi Piatt was born in Huntington, Fa.rticM county, Conn., 
December 22, 1795. When 22 years of age, in the spring o( L818, 
he came to Huron county, Ohio, on horse-back. He started on his 
journey March 5th and arrived in Huron county (now Erie county) 
March 30th, being 25 days on his journey. In traveling from 
Albany to Buffalo every house appeared to be a tavern. When he 
left Buffalo he came to Cataragus creek. Tin; ice had broken up in 
the middle of the stream and passed down, and as the water fell 


there were long cakes of ice that broke off from the shore; one long 
cake was pried off and the lower end was held while the upper 
end swung around to the opposite shore. On this narrow cake of 
ice many teams and wagons passed over for a number of days. 

He^spent the summer in Vermillion township. As he came 
through Norwalk he spent the night with Piatt Benedict, the first 
president of the Firelands Pioneer Society. At that time there 
was not a frame building in Norwalk or in Huron county. He 
taught school 3 months at the centre of Greenfield and received thirty- 
nine dollars for the entire term. He was the first male teacher in 
the place. 

In the spring of 1819, he returned to Connecticut on horse-back 
where he remained 3 years. In the spring of 1822 he returned to 
Greenfield and purchased a farm three-quarters of a mile south of 
the center, on which he remained until the time of his death. 

On the 10th of May, 1825, he was married to Abigal Bodman, 
of Hopewell, Ontario county, X. Y. 

It was a common thing to see Indians at that time. They 
sometimes encamped on his farm and as many as 15 or 20 were 
often seen at one time on ponies. There was a swamp within 50 
rods of his home, where the wolves seemed to collect nights and 
sometimes come near the house, howling and making a frightful 
noise. Those who have heard them will never forget it. He 
saw at one time 17 wild turkeys within eight rods of the house. 

He was a man of strict integrity, upright in all his dealings 
and esteemed by all who knew him. He with his wife united with 
the Congregational church in Greenfield in the year 1833, was 
elected and ordained deacon in 1836. He was very much attached 
to the church and was a regular attendant until prevented by the 
infirmities of age. He retained his faculties up to the time of his 
wife's death which occurred about 5 years ago. Since then he has 
gradually failed until September 8th, 1886, when he quietly parsed 


Hullibert Pinney was born in Manlius, Onondaga county, N. 
Y., December 29, 1801. 

In the year 1832 Mr. Pinney was united in marriege to Miss 


Harriet Fay, and in the year 1835 moved with his family to Ohio 
and settled in Berlin township, being at that time in Huron coun- 
ty; after remaining there one year he moved into Townsend town- 
ship, Huron county, where he spent the remainder of his life. 

On March 26, 1880 the deceased laid to rest a beloved wife, 
the partner of his bosom and sharer of the joys and sorrows that 
are incident to an early pioneer life, with whom he lived 48 years 
and loved more dearly than all the world beside. After the death 
of mother Pinney, father Pinney spent the remainder of his life 
with his youngest son, Frank Pinney. After many years of toil 
and cares, he had accumulated sufficient of this world's go ods to 
place him beyond penury and want. After abiding his time, at 
last the death messenger summoned him away to his final rest, on 
October 2, 1886, at the ripe old age of 83 years, 9 months and 3 
days. And thus the home and community were robbed of a 
father, brother and friend. The deceased leaves four children; 
three sons and one daughter. Mr. Pinney was a kind husband and 
affectionate father. He gave one son to die for his country's 
cause. He was honored and respected by his neighbors and 
friends for his many noble deeds. 

The sick he soothed, the hungry fed, 

Bade cares and sorrows fly, 
And loved to raise the downcast head 

Of friendless poverty. 


From the Norwalk Chronicle. 

Collins A. Brown, of Fitchville, Huron county, the Centen- 
arian, whose one hundredth birthday was celebrated by his friends 
and neighbors August 10, 1885, with so much enthusiasm, by the 
presence of more than a thousand people who participated in the 
remarkable occasion, died at his old home in Fitchville township, 
Thursday, April 14, 1887, at about I o'clock p. m. ' lie had been 
seriously ill for one week as the result of a severe cold which set- 
tled in his throat and terminated his existence. Our readers will 
remember Mr. Brown from the very full and graphic accounts 
given by the Chronicle at the time of the celebration of his cen- 
tenary anniversary under the auspices of relatives and old friends. 
At the time of his death he was 101 years, 8 months and 4 days 
old. His funeral, largely attended, was held in the Union church 


at Rumsey's corners, Sunday, April 18th, at 11 a. m. He was 
buried beside his wife, long since departed, in the Fitchville cem- 


Mrs. Elizabeth Gordon died at her home in Milan, Thursday, 
November 11th, aged 91 years, July 9, 1886. She came to Milan 
in the spring of 1836, and had been a constant resident of that 
village for more than 50 years. She had been a member of the 
Presbyterian church 14 years. Her husband died sixteen years 
ago. She has buried two sons, both, while studying 
for the ministry. One son, Dr. P. A. Gordon, and one daughter, 
Harriet, survive her, all living together at the time of Mrs. Gor- 
don's death. The mother and daughter had not been separated 
more than three months in 12 years. Her funeral services were 
conducted at her late residence in Milan, on Saturday, Nov. 13th, 
1886, by the Rev. W. L. Swan. Thus passes to her eternal reward 
a most excellent and noble woman. 


Extracts from her personal journal. 

Amy R. Adams, nee Bedell, was born in Manchester, Vermont, 
January 31st, 1804. She lived there until sevpn years old; then 
removed to Township No. 4, Clinton county, about fifteen miles 
from Platsburg, N. Y. When twelve years of age we moved to 
Worth ington, Ohio; came with a three-horse team over the Allegany 
mountains and were six weeks on our journey. 

My education was at this time very limited, but through the 
indomitable perseverance of one of the best of mothers, though we 
were poor and had a large family, I was sent out where I could work 
for my board and go to school. These were halcyon days and well 
did I improve them, and still do I remember them with tender 
and grateful emotions. 

At sixteen I began to teach school. 1 was married the 4th of 
May, 1823, in Madison county, Ohio,, to Horatio R. Adams. I con- 
tinued teaching for some time, making in all about seven years as 
teacher. In these years I ever endeavored to lay a foundation of 
Christian character on which to build a scientific fabric We 


passed the winter of 1827 in Rochester, N. Y. In the fall of 1828 
we began farm life on Darby Creek, Madison county, Ohio. Here 
we staid two years, worked hard and saved a little. 

In the fall of 1830, we sold on time and moved to Lyme, Huron 
county, Ohio, renting some land of Jerry Sheffield for one year. 
This was a sad, toilsome year, husband working in mud and rain 
most of the time. Planted 26 acres of corn and sowed six acres of 
oats; got 200 bushels of corn, and no oats. 

On New Year's day 1832 moved onto the farm where I now 
live in York township, Sandusky county. This farm was mostly 
new and as wild as when the Indians left it. We bought it for 12 
shillings per acre. The house was eighteen feet square of rough logs, 
with a puncheon floor. The roof was of clapboards, fastened on 
by weighty poles. A window intended for ten lights of glass, with 
seven of them boarded up, and another with 3 lights high up in the 
end of the house, a low stick chimney built on the outside, and 
about four feet deep, and a small cellar built of logs joining the 
house. This we gladly and even proudly called home, after our 
year of severe trial on the Sheffield farm. In process of time, we 
had tightened the lower floor, put on a shingle roof, built a stone 
chimney. About this time I had a nice rag carpet ready to put 
on the puncheon floor, "and by the way," it was the first rag carpet 
in the township; bought a new stove, whitewashed the logs, set 
bushes in the fireplace, and felt quite aristocratic. We found a 
few apple trees when we came and now had gathered our first 
barrel of rarnbos. 

The following is added by her daughter, Mrs. Sophie Berger, 
of Bellevue, O., viz: Father and mother lived on the farm men- 
tioned to celebrate their golden wedding, in 1873. They lived 
together on this farm nearly fifty years. Father died about six 
years earlier than mother; she lived on this farm a trifle over 
fifty-four years, and in her journal she says "hope and cheerfulness 
sweetened all our toil." Here she died after a long illness, 
May 7, 1886. 


From the Norwalk Chronicle. 

Mrs. C. W. Manahan, of West Main street, Norwalk, died, 


after a lingering and painful illness, on Tuesday evening, March 
29th, 1887, at 6:45 o'clock. 

Mrs. Manahan, nee Wheeler, was born in Wellington, Mass., 
in 1822; moved to Cayuga county, New York, with her parents 
when a child. Was married to C. W. Manahan December 13th, 
1841, and came with her husband to Ohio the same year. They 
first moved onto a farm, and in 1850 removed to Olena where Mr. 
Manahan was engaged as a merchant for 12 years; later they took 
up their residence in Norwalk where he continued in business as 
merchant in this city for 12 years. For the four years between 
1862 and 1866 Mr Manahan was County Treasurer. 

Three children were born to them— two sons and one daughter. 
Both sons now reside in Michigan; the daughter, Mrs. Peckham, 
resides in Norwalk. Mrs. Manahan's father, Cvrenus Wheeler, is 
still living at the advanced age of 96 years. 

Funeral services were held at her late home on West Main 
street on Friday morning, April 1st, at 10 o'clock, conducted by 
her pastor, Rev. S. W. Dickinson of the Congregational church. 
Her two brothers and sisters were present at the funeral. 

Thus passed away a pioneer Christian woman, who died 
fortified by the consolations of Christ and his word, leaving behind 
a testimony to the efficacy of the Christian religion which long 
years cannot erase. 


From the Norwalk Chronicle. 

Myron Breckenridge died at the home of his daughter, on 
East Main street, in Norwalk, on Sunday afternoon about 4 o'clock 
February 6th, 1887, after a patient illness of many months, in the 
92d year of his life; his spirit passed peacefully, quietly out of its 
mortal tenement as calmly as the setting sun of a summer's day. 
He maintained his consciousness to the last, giving directions 
regarding his wants but a few moments before he breathed his 
last. He died as he had lived, firm in the faith that his Redeemer 
liveth and that he should also live with him eternally. 

Mr. Breckenridge was born in Charlotte, Chittenden county, 
Vermont, December 9th, 1*795. His father's native home was in 
Bennington, Yt. His grandfather game from the ijortli of Ireland, 


in company" with two brothers; one settled in Ware, Mass., the 
other in Kentucky. 

Myron Breckenridge was married to Almira Morton in 1831; 
they have for about 56 years met life's vicissitudes together; she 
survives to mourn the breaking of the golden cord that has so long 
bound them in very happy matrimonial relations. 

They came to Ohio in 1836, settling in the woods, in Peru, 
this county, where he cleared away the forest and converted the 
wilderness into a blossoming farm. 

With the exception of a residence of three years on a farm in 
Plymouth, Richland county, Ohio, and five years in Richmond, 
Indiana, they have resided in Huron county since coming 
here in 1836. 

Mr. Breckenridge's family consists of eight children, all living. 
Three daughters and one son live in Norwalk; two sons in Toledo; 
one son in Omaha, Neb., and a daughter in St. Louis ; Mo. 

For fifteen years Mr. B. had been in business with his son, E. 
P. Breckenridge, under the firm name of E. P. Breckenridge & Co.; 
first for about 5 years in Richmond, Indiana, then a few years in 
Galesburg, 111., and after that in Toledo. Although he has never 
given the business his personal attention, it has been so success- 
fully managed, by his son, that his income has been more than 
enough to meet all his wants; thus enabling him to feel easy and 
comfortable in his declining years. 

He experienced religion and joined the M. E. Church in 1820 
and for 61 years he has been an earnest, active, faithful and 
consistent member of the church. 

At the age of three years he accidentally fell under the pitman 
of an old fashioned saw mill and was taken out as dead. He re- 
vived however with both legs broken, one of them twice, and a 
terrible cut across his head. 

His strong temperance sentiments are well known in this com- 
munity where he has never hesitated to express his convictions 
by word and act. The Chronicle has often published searching 
articles from his pen, the good influence of which will live for years 
to come. Although not a political party prohibitionist, for 60 years, 
by precept and example he has taught the beautiful doctrines of 
total abstinence. 

The strong points in his character were unflinching integrity 
and moral conscientiousness. No influence could prevail upon him 


to swerve a hair's breadth from the plummet's line of uprightness 
and scrupulous honesty. 

On the 14th of April, 1886, he had a fall, since which he has 
been a confirmed invalid. He has never complained or been impa- 
tient; he has superintended his business affairs and given directions 
regarding his expenses up to the close of his life; making presents 
and bequests and disposing of his property with an intelligent un- 
derstanding quite remarkable.- He maintained the vigor of his in- 
tellect and memory even up to within a few moments of his death. 

His funeral was held in the M. E. Church in Norwalk on Wed- 
nesday afternoon, February 9th, attended by a large concourse of 
friends and admirers; the services were ably conducted by his pas- 
tor, the Rev. T. F. Hildreth, assisted by the Rev. John Mitchell. 

The bearers at the funeral were the four stalwart, noble looking 
sons of the deceased. It was an affecting scene when those worthy 
sons of a noble father bore the casket containing the earthly remains 
of their loved parent down the aisle of the church to the rostrum, 
and back again at the conclusion of the service. 

The floral offerings were very beautiful indeed; consisting of 
a pillow upon which was the word "Father," a sickle and shock of 
grain, an anchor, and a magnificent representation of the gates ajar 
with a white dove perched above, bearing flowers. 

The sons and daughters of Mr. Breckenridge were all present 
at the funeral together with a goodly number of grand-children and 
other relatives and near friends. 

His remains were temporarily placed in the receiving vault in 
AYoodlawn cemetery. 

Thus endeth the earthly life of an upright Christian man who 
walked in the fear of the Lord all his days, and who will now 
dwell at his right hand where there is fullness of joy and pleasures 


By Rev. Win. M. Jones. 

Isaac Fowler was born March 9th, 1805, at Guilford, Conn., 
and was married to Rocksay Davis, at East Haddam, Conn., October 
6th, 1826. On May 26, 1830, he moved to and settled in Vermillion, 
Ohio, where his wife died, leaving him a widower, with several 
young children to care for, February 23d, 1852. He was again 


married, in East Haddam, Conn., to Prudence R. Snow, September 
6th, 1852. In 1853 he moved from Vermillion to Berlin Heights, 
where he resided until his death, which occurred about noon on 
Wednesday, Nov. 24th, 1886, at which time lie was 81 years, 8 
months, and 15 days old. 

His ancestry was traced back to three brothers, William, 
Ambrose and John, who came from England, among the early 
settlers of this country. William Fowler settled at Milford, Conn.; 
Ambrose at Westfield, Mass.; and John at Guilford,. Conn. Isaac 
Fowler was in the sixth generation of the descendents of the 
youngest brother, John. His father was with Ethan Allen when 
he took Ticonderoga, and arrived at Bunker Hill the day after the 
battle, but was not in time to participate, though he took an active 
part in the Revolutionary war. In the olden time, Mr. Fowler be- 
longed to the Whig party, and was among the first in the Repub- 
lican ranks in this vicinity, indeed he was one of its founders here. 

He was sheriff of Erie county, at one time, and has held many 
other offices of public trust. His death was exceedingly sudden, 
and the very morning it happened, he was one of the most cheerful 
of the number awaiting the distribution of the morning mail at the 
postoffice. A little later he went for some sand, which he wheeled 
home from an adjacent building. When he reached home, a little 
after eleven, he complained of a pain in his chest, sat down in a 
chair and very soon expired. His sudden death shocked the whole 
community, for no other man was held in higher esteem by his 
fellow citizens. 

Friday afternoon, November 26th, at two o'clock, a very large 
number convened in the Congregational church, to listen to the 
funeral discourse, delivered by the Rev. W. M. Jones. When he 
was sick about two years ago, he expressed a wish that Mr. Jones 
might not leave Berlin Heights before he (Mr. Fowler) was gathered 
to his "long home"; and his wish was satisfied, for a council con- 
vened at Berlin Heights the day after the funeral, which severed the 
connection between pastor and people. Mr. Fowler was in his 
accustomed place, in front of the pulpit, when Mr. Jones read his 
resignation, Sunday, Nov. 21. On Sunday, Nov. 28th, his chair was 
vacant, and his pastor combined his farewell words to his people 
with those of Deacon Fowler's memorial. 

Isaac Fowler was agood man. He was mature for the "Father's 
house," and the verdict of christian and unbeliever is, "lie was 


ready." He lived an unblemished life, and his memory is blessed. 
He was the third oldest member of the Congregational church, and 
has been a consistent christian man since he was about sixteen 
years old. He spoke ill of no one; no one speaks ill of him. He 
had hosts of friends, but no enemy in the world. This is great 
tribute to the memory of the departed one. May a double portion 
of his spirit rest on this community. Marc Antony's words over 
Brutus, as given in "Julius Caesar," can be applied to him with 
increased force: 

"This Avas the noblest of them all; 
His life was gentle; and the elements 
So mixed in him, that nature might stand up 
And say to all the world, This ivas a man!" 

Thus lived, and thus died one of the purest men we ever 
knew. Earth is poorer, and heaven is richer by his death. May 
his God and our's shower His blessings on the widowed and 
orphaned ones, and reunite them with their loved one beyond the 
jasper gates. 


By Rev. G. H. Houk. 

Died, in North Milan, Ohio, on Monday, February 4th, 1884, 
Ansel Page, in his 82d year. Deceased wae amongst the large 
number who came to Milan about 1835, and had remained a resi- 
dent here to the time of his death. During all his residence here 
he had lived an upright christian life, and had won for himself the 
respect and esteem of all who knew him. He had been a member 
of the M. E. Church for upwards of 40 years and was always a 
faithful and earnest worker in the cause of his master. The ex- 
ample of such a christian cannot be estimated. His abiding faith 
in Christ was a great comfort to him in his old age, and he went 
"down into the valley of the shadow of death" with a hope both 
sure and steadfast. Ansel Page was born in Vermont, July 23d, 
1802; was married in 1826, his wife still surviving; they having 
journeyed hand in hand, sharing alike the joys and sorrows of 
earth, for 58 years. A family of 7 children were reared by them, 


all of whom are still living. Funeral services conducted by Rev. 
G. H. Houk were held at the late residence on Tuesday afternoon. 


From the Sandusky Register. 

Mrs. Ansel Page whose death on Saturday, June 26th, 1880, 
has already been announced in the Register was one of Milan's 
pioneers. She was born August 11, 1804, in Connecticut, and was 
married to Mr. Page in 1825. In 1831 she and her husband came 
to Milan where she has ever since resided. For 58 years she and 
her husband had trod life's way together, until February 4, 1884, 
when Mr. Page died. From that time Mrs. Page began to fail, 
losing all interest in life and waiting resignedly to be called from 
earth. Three daughters and four sons survive. Homer Page, of 
Milan township, one of the county's wealthy men, being a son. 
The old homestead of this pioneer family has been a land mark at 
the entrance to Milan village for many years* A large brick house 
standing on the hill at North Milan, overlooking the winding river 
and the valley below and Milan nestled in the hills beyond. One 
of the most picturesque country homesteads in our county. The 
funeral services conducted by Rev. Chas. Gallimore, of Berlin 
Heights, were held Sunday afternoon, and a large concourse of 
neighbors and old friends honored by their presence the memory 
of a woman who had indeed been the salt of the earth and was ripe 
for the final rest and reward beyond. 


By Mrs. Mary M. Stevens. 

Mrs. Sally Demund died at her home in Milan, October 6th, 
1887. She was born at Chagrin, now Wilioughby, Ohio, March 
27th, 1808, and was therefore in her eightieth year. Mrs. Demund 
was the daughter of the late David Abbott, who came with his 
family to Milan in 1810. Sally Abbott and John B. Demund, of 
Perkins, were married September 12th, 1831. Mr. Demund was a 
very estimable young man, but lived only a few years, since which 
time his widow has lived in Milan. 

Mrs. Demund was the youngest and last remaining member 
of her father's family. Her father died in 1822; her mother in 


1847. Her brother, Benjamin W. Abbott,died in 1854,aged 67 years. 
Lorena Judson, wife of Benj. W. Abbott, died in 1868, aged 52 
years. Her sister, Mary O. Abbott, who married F. D. Parrish, of 
Sandusky City, September 12th, 1831, died in 1838. Mr. Parrish 
died in Oberlin in 1886, leaving a widow and two daughters still 
living there. Her sister, Lucy Abbott, married Guy Stevens, who 
died in 1841. Mrs. Stevens died in Toledo in 1876. 

Benjaman W. Abbott left three children, Mary B., David, who 
became blind when a little child, and Everton J., who is now a prac- 
ticing physician of St. Paul, Minn. The daughter, Mary B., died 
in 1865, at the age of twenty-one years. Mrs. Mary O. Parrish 
left only one child; Frank Parrish, now of Chicago. Mrs. Lucy 
Stevens left five children; David A., Benjamin, and Lucy A., of 
Toledo, Emma Ingersol, of Rome, N. Y., and George, of ITtica,N. Y. 

Mrs. Deraund had no children but her life was a useful one, 
Her last years were devoted to the care of her brother Benjamin's 
son David and his little daughter, which, however, she never could 
have done but for the ample help she had from David's cousins of 
Toledo; particularly from Benjamin, who furnished money without 
stint. Mrs. Demund was conscientious and charitable and in every 
sense a christian woman. 

David Abbott, Sr., was a lawyer by profession, was a man of 
ability, of the strictest integrity, and of large influence. His fam- 
ily were among the most respectable of the pioneers of the Fire- 
lands. The reader will find some interesting reminiscences of the 
Abbott family in numbers of the Pioneer published in May, 1859, 
page 45, and in November of the same year, page 21. 

G. H. CAMP. 

By Mrs. Mary A. Strong. 

G. H. Camp was born in Cooperstown, Onondaga county, 
New York, October 15th, 1806 ; was taken by his father and mother 
to Connecticut at the age of two years; remained there until he was 
eighteen. Came to Ohio in 1824 with his uncle, Taylor Peck, by 
the way of the Erie Canal and Lake Erie. Landed at Huron and 
footed it from there to Ruggles, which was then a part of Huron 
county. For the next seven years he labored at chopping, and 
clearing land, and teaching school. First taught in Ruggles; next 
footed it to Talmage, Portage county, and taught three months at 


$12 a month, and footed it back to Ruggles. For the next year 
resided in Bronson and labored at felling trees; next found himself 
in Florence and labored on the farms of Judge Sprague and Joab 
Squires; from there to Wakeman and taught school in John Den- 
man's district. 

He bought his first piece of land of Cyrus Miner and Asa 
Wheeler on the place now occupied by George B. Sherman and 
James M. Cahoon, which he afterwards sold and bought the farm 
of David Manville, now owned by B. T. Strong, where he spent 
the greater portion of his life. He was married in 1834 to Miss 
Lydia Carey,. by whom he had eight children, only two of whom 
are alive; Mrs. Mary Strong, of Oberlin, and David A. Camp, of 
Fort Scott, Kansas, who were present at the funeral. Mrs. Camp 
is now living with her daughter. 

For most of his life Mr. Camp was what is called an infidel, 
but in 1886, when 80 years of age, he experienced religion and 
united with the 1st M. E. Church of Oberlin. He was a man of 
integrity and paid his debts without compulsion. His funeral was 
attended from the M. E. Church in Wakeman, Thursday at 1 o'clock 
p.m., December 8th, 1887, Rev. F. A. Gould, of Oberlin, officiating. 

I regret very much that I did not write some anecdotes of 
father's life before he died, while he could tell them to me. He 
used to tell us interesting things about his early and pioneer life, 
which I can remember partly but not definitely enough to write 
down. While he lived in Connecticut he used to help burn char- 
coal on the mountain in Kent. 

My father's father at one time owned one of the most beautiful 
farms in Connecticut, near New Milford. It was entailed property 
after the old English law, and the document entailing it to the 
eldest son is now in the possession of brother David. Grandfather 
disposed of his right, and father being the eldest son, after he was 
old enough to understand what his father had done, made up his 
mind he would have some land anyway, and very early conceived 
the idea of coming to Ohio where land was cheap. It was a great 
undertaking but he came and succeeded by chopping wood and 
teaching school — they then taught reading, writing, and arithmetic 
as far as the "rule of three," perhaps a little geography. He had 
one thing worth more than money, l. <?., sturdy health and a strong 
constitution; never had a hard fit of sickness in his life. He had 
the ague while living near Brandy Creek, and was afflicted with 


chills in his old age. I have heard him tell how he slept- all one 
winter, after coming to Ohio, in the loft of a log cabin, and the 
snow drifted through upon his bed. He slept well too he said. 

He was sent as delegate to a Presidential Nominating Conven- 
tion; before what President I do not know. The covention was 
held in Philadelphia and it is not long since I read a very interest- 
ing letter that he wrote home while on that trip. I am sorry I have 
not got it now. He was a man of steady nerve and ready to do his 
duty in the face of danger, as evinced by his voluntarily going to 
take care of a man with small pox. I was a little girl and remember 
how afraid mother was that he would give it to some of us when 
he came home. When the M. S. railroad was cut through his farm 
he was prevailed upon to board some of the workmen, and before 
they all left the cholera broke out. He kept a man who had it and 
nursed him through; had the inside door nailed up and a door cut 
to the outside so we received no harm. 

When the war broke out he said to his boys, "If I was a young 
man I would go;" but when he became old and thought what a 
comfort his son who was killed wonl^ have been, and when he 
considered how contrary to the law of Christ war was, he became 
a bitter opposer of war, or anything which might seem to promote 
a war spirit. 

Father was a man who. read many books, but he knew how to 
listen better than he knew how to talk. He always deplored the 
fact that he had not more education, and as far as he could tried 
to educate his children; but for some cause they had not the phys- 
ical stamina of their parents and were not able to finish courses of 

And now, dear Pioneer, do emphasize the thought to all the 
children of the pioneers that they make sketches of their parents' 
life while they are yet alive, to tell them the many interesting 
things which occurred to them. 


By Preston Palmer. 

Mrs. Crittenden, widow of C. C. Crittenden, passed away on 
Friday, February 18, 1887, in the 77th year of her life. She had 
been a resident of Fitchville township for some 54 years; was a 
native of New York, and came to Ohio in the year 1823. There 


are now only three persons living in Fitchville township who were 
residents here when she came, 

Mrs. Crittenden had united with the church when 20 years old 
and maintained her membership until her death. Funeral services 
were held in the Congregational church on Sunday, February 20, 
Rev. Phelps, of Greenwich, officiating. He preached a very able 
sermon from a text found in the book of Job. 


By Preston Palmer. 

We note the death of the widow of Rev. Dr. Marcus Palmer, 
who died in Milan on February 18th, 1887, aged 82 years. She 
was born in Connecticut in the year 1805; was married to Rev. Dr. 
Palmer in 1836, at Granville, O. A few years later they moved to 
Fitchville where Mr. Palmer commenced his labors with the Pres- 
byterian churches in this locality. They moved to Milan in the 
year 1866 where Mrs. Palmer resided until her death. Her remains 
were buried in the Fitchville cemetery on the 21st. 

The death of Mrs. Palmer was sudden and unexpected to all. 
She had not been at all well for some time, but was not* confined 
to her bed until the Wednesday previous to her death. She had 
been a resident of Milan for many years, and was the last one of 
her family, having buried her husband a few years ago. Her 
funeral services were held from her late residence on Center street 
Milan, O., Sabbath afternoon at 3 p.m., Rev. W. L. Swan officiating. 
The remains were taken to Fitchville, her former home, Monday 
morning, accompanied by friends, where, after a short service in 
the Baptist church there, they were deposited in their last resting 


By J. B. Darling, Esq. 

One after another the grim Reaper gathers the old pioneers 
into his garner. 

Mrs. John Fisher died at her home, one and one-fourth miles 
south of the center of Hartland, on the 29th day of January, 1887, 
in the 69th year of her age and the 52d of her married life. 

Mr. and Mrs. Fisher emigrated from New York state in the 


spring of the year 1844; rolled up a log cabin in what was then 
little less than an unbroken wilderness, where the howl of savage 
wolves was heard, many times uncomfortably near; and when the 
idea of bringing the Hartland or Buckley swamp under subjection 
was classed among the impossibilities; when there was not a road 
opened out through the township either east or west, north or south, 
save only an opening on Hartland Ridge. There they have lived 
all these years and together fought the battle of life, raised their 
children to be respectable citizens of the Republic, and have been 
permitted to see the forests cleared as if by magic, the swamps 
drained, brought into cultivation and blossoming as the rose. 

In her last hours Mrs. Fisher was sustained and supported by 
an unwavering trust in Him she endeavored to serve for many 
years, and surrounded by her children, whom she loved so well, 
and who were all anxious to minister to her every want and smooth 
her dying pillow and her pathway to the grave. 

Her funeral services were held in the Baptist church on Sunday, 
January 30th, 1887, conducted by Rev. J. J. Gorham. Mrs. Fisher 
was one of the oldest members of the Baptist society, and had pro- 
fessed faith in the Lord Jesus Christ for over fifty years. 

She is laid to rest in her lowly bed in the graveyard at Olena, 
near the scenes of all her trials and triumphs, 'till called forth to 
the reward that is held in store for the finally faithful. 


By J. N. Watr'os. 

The subject of these lines was the eldest son of William W. 
and Nancy Watros of Fitch ville, Huron county, Ohio. He was 
born in Ridgefield township, Huron county, June 15th, 1818; and 
died in Santa Monica, California, October 20th, 1887, aged 69 years, 
4 months and 5 days. 

His parents moved to Fitchville in 1819, when William was 
only a little over a year old, where he spent the days of his child- 
hood and youth. About 1840-42 he left friends and native town 
for the then far west, and settled in or near Freeport, Illinois, 
where, on the 16th of July, 1843, he was united in matrimony with 
Harriet B. Wilcoxson, who also was a native of Ohio (Old Town, 
Scioto county), who, with a son and daughter still live, and mourn, 
as wife and children, the loss of an affectionate husband and tender 


father. Just before the death of his father, April 30, in the spring 
of 1850, he came to Ohio with his family, and returned to Illinois 
in the spring of 1851. In April, 1861, with family and effects he 
started for California, by the overland route, where they arrived in 
October of the same year. From 1861 to 1887 he changed his resi- 
dence several times. For a time he resided in the mountains, then 
in San Jose, then in San Bernardino, then in Compton, Los Angeles 
county, and since last spring in Santa Monica, where he closed his 
somewhat wandering earthly pilgrimage. 

He was converted to God at a quarterly meeting held in a bam 
belonging to Hezekiah Johnson, of North Fitchville, probably 
about 1840 or '41, and united with the M. E. Church in Fitchville, 
and did not forget to take a letter from there to the church in 
Freeport, 111., and from thence to California. And to the day of 
his death he ever remained a steadfast, faithful christian man, and 
member of the church of his choice. 

His health became impaired about eighteen months before his 
death so that he could not labor, and early in September 1887 while 
sitting in bis yard, in the sunbaams, he fainted (symptoms of sun- 
stroke) and was carried in by his son, and from that time his mind 
wandered and never for any length of time regained its native 
clearness. But for a brief period near the last, his mind rallied 
long enough to bid a final earthy "good-bye" to his grief-stricken 
wife, and henceforth fatherless children, and make kindly mention 
of brothers and sisters far away. 

We most sincerely sympathize with our bereaved sister, 
nephew and niece and commend them to the tender Mercies of the 
God of their husband and father now gone. 


From the Sandusky Hep'-st >r. 

Harvey Wood, of Groton township, Erie county, died al his 
residence, July 7, 1886, in the seventy-ninth year of his age. Mr. 
Wood was probably the oldest settler of Erie county at the time 
of his death, he having come here with his parents in the year 
1810, since which time he has always maintained his residence 
here. He passed through the hardships and struggles of pioneer 
life. He was a man of sterling integrity and moral worth, re- 
spected by all who knew him. He contended long with disease, 


having been confined to his bed for over two years. Funeral ser- 
vices were held at his~ residence July 10th, after which he was 
laid to rest until the Life Giver comes. 


Mrs. Perrin, widow of the late Raymond Pen-in, of the Old 
State Road, died suddenly on the morning of September 13, 1885, 
about 3 o'clock, at the Perrin homestead, of old age. She was a 
resident of Norwalk township 47 years, having come here with 
her husband from Plymouth, Luzerne county, Penn., in 1838. She 
was 87 years old, a member of the M. E. church in this city, well 
known and highly esteemed for her womanly and christian charac- 
ter. She was the mother of J. F. and W. R. Perrin, who reside 
near Nor walk. 


By Hon. F.R. Loomis. 

Charles E. Newman was born June 6, 1820, in Greenville, 
Greene county, N. Y. The son of Shubel Newman, he came with 
his father's family to Huron county, Ohio, in June, 1834, being 
14 years old at that time. 

The family settled in Bronson township, on a farm about 3-j- 
miles south of Norwalk, on the Fairfield road. Charles was the 
sixth of ten children. His boyhood was spent on the farm; he 
attended the old Norwalk Seminary one or more terms. He began 
teaching school when 17 years of age, at the center of Bronson, and 
lor several years following he taught school in the vicinity of his 
home. He went to Kentucky afterwards, about the year 1840, and 
taught school there between three and four years. September 15, 
1842, he came back to Norwalk and was united in marriage to 
Mary R. Fay, daughter of Lucius Fay. In April, 1843, Mr. and 
Mrs. Newman returned to Kentucky, where he resumed his teach- 
ing; both returned to Bronson in 1844 and lived with his father's 
family, looking after matters in the home and on the farm until 
1847 when he removed to Norwalk, where he taught a term of se- 
lect school on Pleasant street. In the fall of 184*6 he engaged in 
book selling, in Norwalk, in partnership with Jerry M. Crosby, 
under the firm, name of Crosby & Newman, They afterwards 


divided the business, each engaging in the book business for him- 
self. Mr. Newman followed this business for ten or more years. 
He then engaged in banking for a time, being located in Attica, 
Indiana. This was not a successful venture. He returned to 
Norwalk, and about the year 1857 he engaged in the dry goods 
trade which he followed until 3 869 when he took charge of the St. 
Charles Hotel in Norwalk. Mr. Newman and family managed the 
hotel for about five years when he sold out his interests and en- 
gaged in the life and lire insurance business with his brother, Sam- 
uel F., which he followed to the time of his death, viz, Monday 
morning, November 14, 1887. 

Mr. Newman had been an active and consistent member of 
St. Paul's Episcopal church about 44 years. He was appointed 
Clerk of the Vestry, April 13, 1846. He was elected a Vestryman 
in 1847. He was elected a delegate to the Diocesan Convention 
in 1849 and attended nearly every convention from that time until 
1887. He was superintendent of St. Paul's Sunday School for 
about 36 years, and was always an active, efficient and liberal 
member of the church. 

He was deeply interested in the work of the American Bible 
Society, of which he was a life director; he was also secretary and 
member of the board of directors of the Huron County Auxilliary 
Society for many years, even up to the day of his death, doing a 
great deal of labor and devoting much valuable time to the inter- 
ests of the society. He was actively interested in the Ohio State 
Sunday School Union, in which he for years held some official po- 
sition. He was president of the Huron County Sunday School 
Union for many years, and its most active and earnest friend, 
doing a great deal to keep the organization in an interesting 
and nourishing condition. He was president of the County S. S. 
Union at the time of his death. 

He identified himself with the Fireland ; H'storical Society at 
its organization and has been one of its m >st ardent friends 
through its thirty years of existence; doing much in time and 
money to perpetuate the society and make its influence and useful- 
ulness felt by everyone. He was a life member of the society, 
and has always ably filled some official station in the work of the 

He was a prime mover in the organization of the Huron Coun- 
ty Children's Home Association, and it was largely through his 


labors and instrumentality that a home was purchased and this 
useful society put in condition to care for and look after the 
homeless and neglected children of our county. 

In every good work Mr. Newman was always foremost. He 
never asked others to do more than he was willing to do himself. 
His time, talents and money were always at the disposal of the 
causes of religion, bible work, Sunday school instruction, the pion- 
eer interests, the poor and the destitute. 

No one with a worthy cause was ever turned away without 
words of encouragement and practical acts of sympathy from 
this friend of humanity. Mr. Newman was full of public spirit 
on all occasions. He never seemed weary in well doing. He was 
one of the principal movers in building the St. Charles Hotel, in 
Norwalk. He erected the Newman block on the corner of West 
Main and Hester streets. He was a member of the Norwalk 
Board of Education for a number of years. His life has been one of 
faithful devotion to religious and charitable objects, ever foremost 
in all good works. 

He had a slight stroke of paralysis on the 22d of November, 
1886, which greatly alarmed his friends. He rallied from this 
however, although he never fully recovered his usual activity and 
buoyancy of mind and spirit. 

On the morning of November 8, 1887, he was stricken with 
apoplexy and lost all consciousness. He lingered until the morn- 
ing of November 14, when he quietly passed away from many en- 
dearing earth ties, to his Heavenly Home. The funeral services of 
the Episcopal church were held at his late residence on Hester 
street, in Norwalk, and his remains were quietly buried in beauti- 
ful Woodlawn cemetery. 

He leaves a wife and one daughter, Mrs. T. D. Shepherd, and 
a large circle of loving relatives and warm personal friends to 
miss his always pleasant face and mourn the silence of an ever 
welcome voice. 

There are few men and fewer friends like Charles E. New- 
man. The place he filled in Norwalk and Huron county will long 
remain unfilled, because no one can wholly rill it. He leaves the 
fragrance of a delightful memory that will always be a pleasure to 
everyone who knew him. Personally, we never knew one like him; 
so always true and ever reliable and trustworthy. A true friend 

Sl^e + J irelaip&s + rioipeer. 

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